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We were born with only time in hand
Handing out the days left to live
  Dec 2024 guy scutellaro
Emma
serpent eats its tail,

time weeps in endless circles,

forever undone.
I will forgive you
I hope you will
remember the dew
naked on the hill
  Dec 2024 guy scutellaro
Nigdaw
Gods will come and go
but the angels will always
walk among us
dazzled by the glow
of a finite life
lived with such
desperation
not wanting to miss a thing
We were visiting good old Niagara Falls, the most beautiful place on earth. With its waterfall cadences and fresh lit sun, who could ask for anything more.  Hand in hand we strolled together wearing summer sandals light as air.  We talked and spoke of days to come, how we'd make a family  together some day.
Lovers in love
two linen gloves
fitted just right
There were acrobats, jugglers on tightropes, and children rippling the air with their tinkling laughter.  Together we aimed at little yellow ducks and won the grand prize. Hugging Mrs. Jewel Bug, we walked away kissing beneath a bluest sky dappled with cotton candy clouds and morning sighs. Since we stayed longer than expected,  we stopped by a little Cafe and drank frothy cappuccinos to our hearts content.  
full-fledged memories
golden colored hours
days gone by
Those were the days of impulsive escapades, endless surprises and pleasant up-comings.  Moments of mindlessness existence in a lifetime yet to be unspun. Today the mortgage is paid and the children left home.  My favorite juggler is in heaven waiting for an  old tattered Jewel bear and a swollen gal with a heart pliable as ghee. I smile at the thought that one day I will join him. We'll drink foamy coffees and watch the trapeze artists spin, swing and fly.  They will hang off ropes made of stars and moonbeams, just like us.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
  Dec 2024 guy scutellaro
Carlo C Gomez
the bantering of rain
the insinuation it might snow
the mirage of moonglade
the mountain drink
the desert thirst

everything
resolves with flowers

a withered realm
a crestfallen kingdom
their copper queen withdrawing
from the bitter harvest
in the spirit of Persephone

everything
dissolves into flowers
guy scutellaro Dec 2024
the mystery of delicate petals unfurling
into forgiveness.

the forest of evergreens and silent flowers,

oh, tender heart, my love,
the gentle spirit when days are more gray.

walk with me through the riddle of
the silent and cold universe,

the sometimes warm and starry sky,
across clouds, the moonlit landscape
of mountains and snow.

run with me
naked under the flower moon.

she smiles, oh, that flower moon,
locks her arm in my arm,
hands me tiny purple flowers,

and says, it's only love.
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