Her lustrous charcoal hair falls thick around her shoulders,
her skin like marble as he traces her profile and she looks
to the moon laughing, laughing..
her skirt flowing, her smile so full of life, so alluring
and he presses a single black rose into her hand,
and its single dew drop sparkles in the starlight
and it reminds him of her.
But it is a parting gift for he must go, for he can feel
it sapping him of his strength but she mustn't know.
He cannot bear to bring her bleakness
and he sees his aggressive consumer as a weakness.
She does not know that he is leaving, he bids goodbye
but she's not grieving, she doesn't know.
She's left waiting, waiting..
the rose is wilting, wilting..
But her lustrous charcoal hair falls thick around her shoulders,
her skin like marble as she traces her profile and she looks
to the moon weeping, weeping..
her skirt flowing, her eyes so full of anguish, so alluring
and she strokes the withering black rose in her hand,
and its single dew drop sparkles in the starlight
and it reminds her of him.
© 2009 Florence Challender
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Such pain. Someone hurt you bad.
ReplyDeleteU Are amazing...never read anything amazing then this ..u kno u geot irony in your poem,,they are not monotonous they are alive....n at the same tym grasping its rare ulity..extraordinary i muss say
ReplyDeleteFlorence, thats great! I think that your amazing at writing anything, and you work well with so many differant words. When i read these poems, i feel on a differant level, from the world. Your great at this and should become big with them.
ReplyDeleteGood luck Florence.
And keep on bringing us more!
fantastic (= i really enjoy reading your poetry... very edgey and soft keep it up!
ReplyDeleteYou should publish a book of your poems! I would buy it!
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