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

Date: 8/11/2021 8:48:00 PM

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

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 1/13/2021 2:11:00 PM

Deep sadness well expressed. Nice Harry! :) Linda

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 1/13/2021 1:45:00 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

Date: 1/5/2021 9:13:00 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

Date: 1/4/2021 4:19:00 AM

A superb image of sadness!

Judy Ball

Date: 1/3/2021 5:47:00 AM

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

Peter Dome

Date: 1/1/2021 4:34:00 AM

wonderful well done. all the best. Pete.

Cecilia Macfarlane

Date: 12/31/2020 7:39:00 AM

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

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/31/2020 3:16:00 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