Regina Elliott Poet Free verse

She Is Bereavement

Beneath a night veil bordered with black roses,
such a pallid, yet beauteous face,
nightingales nestled at her feet.
She's adept at knowing when to let
herself in.
She sits, sighs of sorrow,
ebony shadowed dreams.
She is bereavement-
Depression's sister.
Stars weaved in her long raven tresses,
scattering tears,
cruelly tightening cords of thorns-
around my fragmentary,
out of life's rhythm,
barely beating heart song. ~

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Howard Kerr December 7, 2023 at 9:07 PM Congratulations Regina, Endless rounds of applause for your deserved win with this impeccable piece. Warm wishes Howard Regina Elliott December 10, 2023 at 8:54 AM Thank you, cherished poetry friend. A lovely Irish Sunday to you. ~

Silent One December 7, 2023 at 1:57 PM Congratulations on your placement in the contest Regina Elliott December 7, 2023 at 2:10 PM Thank you very much, Silent One, this is so kind of you to stop by to offer congratulations. Have a splendid evening. ~

Sara Kendrick December 4, 2023 at 2:14 PM I enjoyed reading this one today. Very descriptive of what a depressed person could be or she could be right next to you seemingly happy, but inside her heart is breaking. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. Sara K Regina Elliott December 5, 2023 at 5:52 AM Thank you so much, Sara, I greatly appreciate it. I hope you have a grand Tuesday with much creativity and inspiration. Hugs ~