Old poem that I wrote that just seems relevant to my life right now:
Flowers for December
throught the still silence, she wanders
weaving through the naked trees once in bloom
alone
carrying a basket, she holds it tight
the darkness tries to steal it away
on her footprints, she leaves behind a tulip
wilting under the falling sky
forsaken
by the drifing mother
the trees cry
shrill screams of nothing
as their bare limbs
await her return
she moves into the quiet ahead
an advancing serenity, and a tailing sorrow
unsettled
an orchid, she passes to the shadows
and the starved ghosts seize the death
a rose she drops to the ground
a dark stain on a pale sheet
faded
by the empty night
she leaves these flowers for december
a memory to hold
until she returns
and awakes the sleeping life
Hey,
ReplyDeleteI remember when you first sent this to me. I love it. Especially ''and awakes from the sleeping life''. Also ''A rose drops to the ground'' I just picture a rose falling, slow-mo and petals disassembling.
Love you and yoru creative mind.
xo