Paradox

lays on her grave guilt
never in life such a gift
these her first flowers
when in the time to wither
memories will die also

 © Harry J Horsman 2020

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Brian Sambourne

August 11, 2021 at 8:48 PM

Sadness showers down with loss. Memory, too, crumbles. Your submissions, Harry, give thought its power. Be well. Brian

Linda Alice Fowler

January 13, 2021 at 2:11 PM

Deep sadness well expressed. Nice Harry! :) Linda

Michelle Faulkner

January 13, 2021 at 1:45 PM

This is why I am conflicted when I get fresh flowers - while they are momentarily beautiful, their death is a wound also - very eloquent and layered, harry~

Jennifer Proxenos

January 5, 2021 at 9:13 AM

How terribly sad - in the time that it takes for the flower to wither, she will become a lost memory and even more sad, is that these were her first ever flowers she received , o her grave! Excellent poetry. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues

January 4, 2021 at 4:19 AM

A superb image of sadness!

Judy Ball

January 3, 2021 at 5:47 AM

WoW! So much emotion here. So much sadness. Well written. God Bless, JB

Peter Dome

January 1, 2021 at 4:34 AM

wonderful well done. all the best. Pete.

Cecilia Macfarlane

December 31, 2020 at 7:39 AM

A great but sad paradox Harry. Wishing you a wonderful new year full of health, happiness and love. Hugs

Sara Kendrick

December 31, 2020 at 3:16 AM

Harry, The guilt surely will soon be forgotten and more than likely there will be no changes in him. Your visits to my page always encourage me. I hope this upcoming year will be the best one ever. Sara