John Castellenas Poet Prose Poetry

The Song of the Living

The song of the living

The song of the living, the song of the dead

Songs sung to celebrate life and death.

I knew a Scotland beauty, she was a rare flower,
pretty as she could be.
The sun caressed and loved her daily.
The gentle rain gave her life blood and strength.

Many came to see her.
She was a shining star in a world of darkness.
They adored her and worship her perfection and her beauty.

Like all flowers. In the Fall.
She would slowly die and many would mourn her death.
But they knew.

The dear rose would bloom in the Spring.
She would bless her world with her kind smile and her gentle voice.

                         John Castellenas/Coyote

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Susan Gentry June 29, 2018 at 3:21 PM This is a beautiful clever poem. Enjoyed it. :) John Castellenas June 29, 2018 at 10:34 PM Thank you Susan. I appreciate the comment.

Wilma Neels June 25, 2018 at 3:10 PM You describe the cycle so perfectly John. This is a beauty which I quite enjoyed tonight. Have a beautiful week ahead :) John Castellenas June 25, 2018 at 5:42 PM Thank you Wilma. I appreciate the comment. Have a safe and fun weekend.