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Colour Me Lilac

He gave her a Rose what else could he do her bands so tied a one way avenue though not Red nor White or hard to find Blue a token to hide from kin’s retinue. He gives her a smile to bridge hyper space he’s let her down his prowess a disgrace longs for Lilac eyes that match her face oozing memories of lasting the pace. Everything was blue in the sky at dawn pitting his mood being one with the thorn a stone cold kiss for love he feels sawn in reality this his life borne. © Harry J Horsman 2016

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Ann Peck

Date: 4/20/2021 1:14:00 PM

Lilac is my fav color and this poem is a fav now. It is so beautiful and sad.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 10/26/2020 12:35:00 PM

Hello Harry Horseman, it is hard to lose a love one. The last vesrse was so sad. Enjoy your day my friend.

Funom Makama

Date: 6/8/2020 9:30:00 PM

And Liliac he will find in her eyes which will colour the evening that will serve as the doorway to a victorious dawn! This is beautiful with a show of imaginative prowess. Great write.

Robert Lindley

Date: 6/2/2020 3:36:00 PM

All tops, imagery, depth, rhyme and poetic talent on display my friend. A fav,, a true beauty too. God bless..

Arturo Michael

Date: 6/2/2020 10:05:00 AM

Nicely put...Like you said, what else could he do...

Jan Allison

Date: 5/31/2020 2:41:00 AM

such an emotional piece Harry beautiful but so sad. I am not a rose lover at all which is fortunate for hubby lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 5/29/2020 7:22:00 AM

Lilac such a pretty color but a stone cold kiss for love - how sad. A tender poem wrought with emotion - wonderfully penned. I had Lilac roses in the house we sold last year. Blessings, Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/25/2020 11:42:00 AM

A beautiful display of color...lilac eyes

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/23/2020 8:06:00 PM

very evocative piece of writing, Harry. So sad too though I adore the colors of lilac and lavender. Thanks for stopping by to see my eerie poem the other day. I am curious what you have seen of ghosts!! Tell me in a soupmail sometime

Brandy Nicole

Date: 5/22/2020 9:29:00 PM

Lavender or the tender mood of lilac. Both are beautiful, breathtaking to behold. Your thoughts tug deeply at my heart. So many emotions linger within. ~ Brandy

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/22/2020 12:36:00 PM

Thanks for your visit Harry. :0)

Joseph May

Date: 5/22/2020 11:40:00 AM

A rose of any hue and still being 'one with the thorn', Very nicely penned Harry

Jack Horne

Date: 5/21/2020 2:21:00 PM

what a beautiful touching write, my friend. I hope you are staying well

Anil Deo

Date: 5/21/2020 2:18:00 PM

Does he have ED? (It would cool passion fast). shalom shalom Sir Harry

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 5/20/2020 5:51:00 AM

I agree with Mandy below, you are an inspiration with a tender heart to boot. Its always a pleasure to stop by and read your carefully rendered words of love, honesty is always the best gift when it comes to the epitome of affection . And of course, flowers too. xo

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 5/20/2020 3:29:00 AM

a kiss in stone sculpted forever not cold as some may believe lilac eyes will dim not ever hyperspace a bridge, not a path to grieve. You are an inspiration harry xx

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 5/19/2020 11:20:00 PM

G'day Harry … appears to me as if love has gone cold. Is there a blue rose Harry. I have never seen one - thank you Harry - Lindsay

Eve Roper

Date: 5/19/2020 10:39:00 PM

Sad emotional poem, Harry, enjoyed reading. Lilac symbolize spring and renewal.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/19/2020 7:56:00 AM

Interesting and leaves me wanting more.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/19/2020 6:25:00 AM

Title spells the essence of your poem, Harry..well delivered in its poignant voice.

Judy Ball

Date: 5/19/2020 2:37:00 AM

WoW! Such a sad and lovelorn piece. But as the saying goes T'is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. I wonder though is it really? A fine write Harry. God Bless and stay well. JB