This elegant bloom
forgot the season
came stocked for summer idylls
picnics by the water's edge
scent of mowed fields
scent of love's flowering.
Pitiful rose
how did you become
so lost in time?
Nothing now becomes you.
So I carefully cut
the stem
placed your ******* vein
in a slender jar
filled with
the last spring's freshet.
You came to life
for us
at Christmas time.
A meager blessing
in a time of pain.
A frail totem
in a time of dread.
I wake each day
with despair eating at
my good spirits
the specter of
a new political order
crouching in the darkest corners
of my place of rest.
God **** it!
Send that orange horror
into oblivion.
******* monster
robbing my nights of peace.
There is no sense to this life.
There is rhyme without reason,
pain without relief.
Just the same
I will slog on.
One foot in front of
the other.
Repeating as necessary.
And then letting it go
through the latched gate of time.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
This elegant bloom
forgot the season
came stocked for summer idylls
picnics by the water's edge
scent of mowed fields
scent of love's flowering.
Pitiful rose
how did you become
so lost in time?
Nothing now becomes you.
So I carefully cut
the stem
placed your ******* vein
in a slender jar
filled with
the last spring's freshet.
You came to life
for us
at Christmas time.
A meager blessing
in a time of pain.
A frail totem
in a time of dread.
I wake each day
with despair eating at
my good spirits
the specter of
a new political order
crouching in the darkest corners
of my place of rest.
God **** it!
Send that orange horror
into oblivion.
******* monster
robbing my nights of peace.
There is no sense to this life.
There is rhyme without reason,
pain without relief.
Just the same
I will slog on.
One foot in front of
the other.
Repeating as necessary.
And then letting it go
through the latched gate of time.
