To ANYONE I've ever loved: My heart is not a board game. It is NOT OK to play with it. The results may be temporary fun for you, but it has a lasting effect on me. So if I offer my heart to you, on a silver platter, adorned with jewels and fragrant with love. Please do not taste its honey and indulge in its goodness if you do not plan on letting me love you for the rest of my life. I'd rather watch you from a distance, admiring your beauty silently wondering what it like to be loved by you. Than to pry my fragmented heart from your beautiful hands.
Hopes and dreams are soft and fragile as the petals above. Bathing and blossoming in the radiating warmth, love and happiness of the sun. But attached to these fragrant petals are thorny stems the one needs to climb to bathe and breathe the intoxicating and enriching aura.
Easy it is to be caressed by the soft-wine colored petals. Easy it is to breath in the aura of the fragrant roses. But are you ready to come close hold the razor sharp thorns; enduring the pain of the thorny stems are you ready to accept the roots from which she grew.
In the fields of fragrant flowers, I see Mother’s supple silhouette shimmering with the soft sunlight. Her hair tied with peony barrette; Sweet smiles radiate at sight. The sentimental scents of myrrh Wafts from her body; my eyes gleam; I run towards and embrace her. Is this a dream? Is this a dream?
In the fields of fragrant flowers, This time and space is of great blest- I wish there was no tomorrow. For months I have been left bereft. I tell mother of my sorrow; I wish to be with her and roam Away from life’s chaos and gloom. Return to the land of our home, And see orchid blossoms bloom. I ask mother if I could stay; Thousand tears cloud her gentle eyes; She kisses me like rainy day; It is time to awake and part!
My heart weeps with the wintry wind. Her spirit; many miles apart. I am alone and left behind To face this world’s reality. Must this be my sad destiny?
I responded, "Perfumey." because I didn't think that they would understand, "Fragrant."
They still didn't get it.
So I tried to make them understand what was meant when things were called "fragrant" ...and then I tried to get them to identify with smelling a smell so strong that you can taste it- I gave up... and answered,
Hey you there, oh thou drooping rose what are you trying to disclose? It seems that time has passed quickly and left you now looking sickly. You once were so bright and fragrant but now you are like a vagrant; shedding down all those body parts before the expected end starts. Was it because of your placement in front of a sheer glass casement on that window sill sun-exposed and in midday hours being closed? My sympathy for you dear friend it looks as if you're near the end. _____
Written late Nov.2017. Inspired by actual matter of fact events as penned in the poem after placing a cut rose in a small vase with water on the window sill in the kitchen.
Standing alone in the courtyard, there she stands swaying in the humid breeze, a yard in the open she is a humble to fragrant Plumeria trees. Oh how I loved the wind before he took you from me, tell me it was all false and stay awhile is my only plea. You did a swirl and you twirled in white and yellow, only to turn me into a sad old fellow!
Well I’ve waited for twenty years my love, clinging to your hopeless memory, of how there was a day that came where you couldn’t remember me.