Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Healing a Bleeding Rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.


Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes

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Twanna Irisha June 19, 2012 at 10:36 AM Beautiful <3 she's a lucky woman.

Diana Mohammed April 14, 2012 at 12:14 PM ..."A broken and contrite spirit thou shalt not despise"... Thank you for sharing this Elliott - Diana

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 14, 2012 at 12:05 PM This is definitely a heartfelt poem, and you brought those regrets through your words, Elliot-- I was especially struck by that line of writing the apology in the "eye of the sky"-- hurting somebody I guess we really hurt ourselves too in the process, hopefully Simone has read this and is on the road towards healing-- I think writing is so healing and you are working towards that-- I wish you the best...

Joann Grisetti April 14, 2012 at 7:35 AM A very moving poem. Often regret and sorrow are too late, but may teach us to be honest always. A painful lesson well expressed.