Poem -

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)
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Jill Tait

Beautiful words luv very romantic ❤️

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