Thresha Reese Poet Free verse

Barbed Flowers

Barbed Flowers.

I would write this all down to you
If i thought you could read.
If your hand didn't cast a shadow
on what i would author.
If only you had seen what i saw,
What i can only chalk about now
but not here - Afterall...

Listen? You can't do that, one of two!
Not for yourself, not even momentarily.
Patently, not for me nor for others.
Not for our girls who have ears
that listen and seesaw.
Your noisy darkness grasps the heart,
plays it like a theremin.

This is how i feel
when you feel the way you do...
Like something always does.
Better left unseen, unheard, unread.
Put to rest the thread,
it comes unraveled
when the needle is un-minded.

The scent of October,
it's windy fragrance,
i scribe this to myself.
Saptaparna etched in color.
Holding the muddle together,
a little while longer... with rusted wire.
I nurture beautiful, barbed flowers.

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DM Babbit June 25, 2019 at 9:07 AM How well expresed, the title caught my eye and the emotions revealed were memories held secret and true. Truly enjoyed your write. May all your flowers lose their thorns. DMB Thresha Reese June 25, 2019 at 11:23 AM Thank you for your read and encouraging comment :-) Cute bunny!

Lawrence Sharp June 11, 2019 at 11:36 PM It's been too long, Thresha... but here you are, thankfully... and this is another very poetic and well crafted piece. Forlorn and, perhaps, a little uncertain (?) in its own contemplation, beautifully written.