Fresher the Blossoming
Fragile mirrors slice darkened cellars
bead by bead, she whispers a prayer;
thorns of farewell clasp her heart ,raking
as twilight closes fading lamps, bare.
Although a tight knot of vein weakens,
chafed hard... memoirs leave a tender spot
a warmer throb, a much closer touch ;
when cold love flown still matters a lot.
Now runes of time's destiny appeal
for one chance...his lies so wide and deep;
that mate's peach roses arrive, quite late,
as moon drones softly so eyes can sleep.
If ever, sleep will cave her trembles
allowing time to heal...in breath's delight
her new hours can greet scented flowers,
to sprout fresh blossoms, to wake a night.
Sheri F. Harper's Rock Me Around the Clock
or Rock Me to Sleep--Rhythm Poems
by nette onclaud...1/6/2015
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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