Poem -
gOd + a WhiTe rOsE
TwaS oNce On A TueSdAy
tHat gOd camE To caLL
anD i cRied iN fruStratIOn
CoS goD wAs tOO sMall
To caLm My greaT sENseS
oR SooTHe mY GreaT huRt
As wE stOOdĀ bY yoUr graVeĀ
aNd insPecTed thE diRt
AnD i aSked whY hE biD iT
BUt hE sAid noTHinG wisE
aNd hE coulD nOt uNDo iT
Or dRy My wEt eyeS
sO tWas theRe oN ThaT
TueSdaY,Ā Ā i biD gOd aWaY
aSĀ i pLaCed A WhiTe roSe
On ThE pLAce wHere yoU laY
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Comments
So very beautiful, i think when death comes we all need someone to blame. I send you lots of love dear Marion. ā¤ļø
Thanks so much Shirley ...hugs x
Hello Marion, hope you are well.
loss and why such thing happen are difficult to get our heads around. Your words are powerful.
Your rhyme scheme is brilliant, really love its flow
lorna xx
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Hi Lorna, so sorry for late reply, I get behind on here. Thankyou so much for your kind words, I like to write in this style sometimes...mostly when I am powerfully angry with the gods and the universe lol. God never reads them though...unfortunately. Hugs my friend x
Beautiful x