YELLOW TULIPS...
She imagined the rain to be
The soft velvet of petals
...Yellow tulips...
Memories danced...
Waved...
Skipped by and smiled at her...
Fell about her....
Upon her....
Melting into her....Â
Time space place
Glittered and spangled
Warped...
Tangled...
She imagined the cold
....To be friendly .....
To be snowman shaped...
Wrapped in the comfortingÂ
....Whispers
....Of childhood
....Of Ribbles
She held the dream of him
Imagined she heard
His little toy heart....
...beating ...
Next to hers
Hers to his...
His plush white fur
Her ice white fingers
No bite here.....
She imaged her headÂ
Laid on mother's
Softest pillow
As she burrowed beneath
Sheets of silken sand
Letting time slip away....
​​​​​​Sand grains through hands....
Covering herself..
Removing herself...
Surrendering herself...
In wisps of herself
In dreams of reality
The reality of dreams
No reality here....
For reality would
Kill her....
They found her at dawn
Curled upÂ
On sorrows shore
A sea of tears
Lapping gently
At her feet
Her face....
A frozenÂ
Smile.
Marion Price (2019)
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Comments
wow what great poem
Thanks Greg ??
Wow, fantastic I've pinned it so I can enjoy it again in three monthsÂ
so well doneÂ
JohnÂ
Aw...thanks John... ??
A beautiful, piognant poem so sadly reflecting what still exists in our 'modern' society! Well written MarionÂ
Thanks, Iodigiana....yes, its actually a bit unbelievable isn't it that in rich countries like the west so many people lack a basic human need ??
Lol...I'm no Sylvia Plath Icarus but I do thankyou for your input and comments, appreciated my friend, thankyou ??
Wow Marion, really. The imagery in this fits the emotion so well and leads the reader on a journey of memory and sorrow. Beautifully described and sadly fulfilling. I got to the end and just whispered... "Wow" lol.Â
Blessings dear poet
Ah...thanks Rebecca....so glad you enjoyed reading. Written after weeks of sleep deprivation and nightshifts...I do believe I was the one slipping away..lol. Your comments appreciated very much ??
My Dear Marion,
Your powerful poem portrays the epitome of sorrow. Â
All too often, lovely Souls end their stay on Earth prematurely, victims of their environment.
I give you a Haiku in response.
Sadness takes over
No light at the tunnels end
Another Soul leaves
All my love,
Larry xxx
Hi Larry, yes, it is a sad sad world and it must be horrendous to have no place of shelter and warmth to escape to. We are a shamed species in so many ways. That is a beautiful Haiku...?