Poem -
in our park
I don't see this flower
The way that you do
Where you see a sun's love
I see only blue
My mind skips ahead to when ice
crystals fall
When all that we see hereĀ
Exists not at all
I feel of the sadness as you do the
joy
I eat of cold snow while you gorge
on the sun
My brain makes its patterns alone
in the dark
I hurt for the flowers that bloom in
our park
I don't see my flowers. The way
that you do
My mind skips ahead. To when
all things must die
My brain makes it's patterns. Alone
in my bed
Where you smile at flowers. I grieve
them as dead
M ~
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I love, love, LOVE this poem! Lots of atmosphere and images and feelings in this x
Hello Marion...
Beautiful and sad write!
Unfortunately, sometimes it's takes a lot of pain to be something great...
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Your poetry is raw dear Marion, that is why it speaks so loud, the pain and the anger yet somewhere deep within I think that the flowers are there in bright colour, sometimes we are blind to it. š¹Ā
Hi Marion,Ā I love this, it really speaks to me, seeking death over life, knowing they are the same and just as beautiful.Ā
Thanyou NE...appreciated x
Hello MarionĀ
I love this, so much depth .. its our interpretation that feeds the narrative, enabling a diverse spectrum of what is presentĀ
You might see darkness, others might see stars and somone else sees a bleak void of unanswerable questions
really made me think xx
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Lorna thankyou for your lovely comment love...x
You rock girl .. this is both exceptionally good and terribly sad in your very own unique Marionesque style .. Well worth the likes, votes, pins and accompanying stars .. Neville x
Well thankyou Neville my friend, your comment is lovely and very appreciated x
and you my dear friend are more than welcome x