May life always treat you kind.
The Poet.
When school returns
Silence pervades the house,
school returns and again I wander room to room,
listening to the ghosts of your smiles and laughter.
A mere seventy two hours separate us,
yet I feel myself floundering in your absence.
Heart tore open in your echoes, my mood slips,
once buoyant and happy, now smothered in loss.
A sense of quiet lies thick in the air,
in senseless thought I count the minutes
till smiles greet our reunion.
The Rose
On bended knee I offer this rose to thee,
filled with my love, my heart and all that I be.
I kneel before you in virginal white,
my rose upheld capturing light.
A light born of love, understanding and truth,
blessed by the gods for elderly to youth.
Will you accept my rose as a token of love?
To join our hearts from below and above,
giving life to a love born for two,
begun with a white rose from me to you.
I’M
SORRY
Your head droops
toward mother earth,
panic stricken, I
tie your body to the cross with silken thread,
yet still you
droop, your deep red fading while sunset burns.
Is this to be your
funeral pyre?
The sun wild and
afire, angry at my pitiful efforts,
in his caring hands
I place you, for this shall be your longest night.
Dawn arrives in
subdued silence,
has your wake
begun?
My failure, a sharp
pain to cut the morning sun,
final tears of
beauty flow, dewdrops sliding down your paled petals,
unseen rainbows
join the forgotten lifeforce pooled around you.
Another heartbeat
lost as one by one your petals fall,
till all is silent
and you are gone.
A darkened patch in
a world of colour,
no other shall take
your place,
the untilled earth
a final resting place for my fallen rose.
Brilliant love all of them especially the rose
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