We are chasing nostalgia today....
Here is a recreation of a sad poem I wrote in 1983:
(not currently reflective of my mood, marriage, level of happiness or sense of peace. Wrote it when I was in college, lost it, and have tried to recapture it)
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
The rose,
the rose he handed her
falls apart,
scattering its petals
like leaves in an autumn breeze
until nothing is left
but a dry leaf
and a thorny stem
and a memory
of something beautiful gone forever.
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
1983/2005
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
The Rose...
Wonderful.
I love this work.
All my files are on another computer -I cannot get to them now. I wrote a poem about roses, also.