CLUTCHING FLOWERS
Sorry
I could not be there
Or here
Or present
With you
To blow kisses to the drifting wind
My darling darling love
Unable to attend
Unavailable
Indisposed
At this
The very very end
They say...
But who are these people
Caught up in the waking dream
Of my very own nightmare
For I spy them all
Through the hazy sheen
In the fidgeting hush
And rush
Of such emotion
Running in rivers beneath my dry shoes
Sleepwalking
In my uncomfortable seat
For I hear weeping
The stifled sighs of reverence
And respect
Rustling tissues and shuffling feet
Sorrow soaking the very air
And such perfect blooms
Placed perfectly
With such perfect care
Atop a coffin there....
A blowsy showy effect
The poignant perfume of all breaths
Despair
Sombre notes
The off key tinkle and chime
The haunting sweetness
And soaring rhyme
Off kilter
Warped
Though so beautifully divine
And a lonely mountain
I see them climb
Those black clad figures rising into the mists
Of soaring notes and falling dust
One by weeping one
Struggling and breathless
While I
Stand alone in the frigid air
Holding tight your vanished hand
Refusing to climb
Clutching flowers.
Marion Price(2019)
Comments
Beautiful words luv very romantic ❤️
Thanks Jill 💕
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