Thursday, September 30, 2010

Scattered Echoes...

Flowers for a grave,
Both dainty and distressing,
As tears escape twin rivers of the soul.
Convenient time I gave,
Infrequently expressing,
The sentiment between routine and role.
Words left unspoken,
Considered unnecessary,
Sunshine and shadows, petals and tears.
Now the bridge is broken,
The chance was temporary,
To cross back and stroll through tender years.
Eulogies and regret,
As mysterious as Jade,
I failed to say just what I really meant.
A cemetery debt,
For love that went unpaid,
And greeting cards I never even sent.

3 comments:

  1. Again! I love how everything from levels completely concrete and tangible to those only felt, sometimes just hazy and abstract merge in so pat and proper in your poems.

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  2. The bit about the greeting card is wrenching. Can't keep them, can't throw them away...

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  3. How do you always manage top know when I've written something... :) Thanks...flattered... :)

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