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The Wall

The Wall

Feral roses in all hues
atop a broken stone wall
clinging vines of color
the way that I recall.

Summer days at twelve years old
held in times embrace
climb the weeping willow tree
ever the eternal scapegrace.

In fields of buttered flowers
I gently cupped your face
between young trembling hands
a single kiss was placed.

Autumn now fades to winter
lace crystal snowflakes fly
memories held within my heart
a kiss that never was goodbye.


Stephen (Stoic)

Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012

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Terry L. Allen Date: 4/10/2012 3:55:00 PM From your picture you look like one of those guys thats a big ole teddy bear. A write like this only comes from a tender heart. Your wife is a lucky woman. Beautiful words great poem. Login to Reply Stephen Allen Date: 4/10/2012 4:00:00 PM Hi Terry, I am a very physical guy on the outside but still the 12 year old boy at heart. Thank you so much for the lovely review. Stephen.

Leo Larry Amadore Date: 3/7/2012 3:33:00 PM A very nice piece; I enjoyed it very much...and was particularly surprised by the use of the word "feral" to describe roses gone wild (a strikingly effective word!)...only one tiny suggestion, that you may not want to make, would be, in the last line, to place the word "was" after "never" instead of before it (it just seems to me that the line flows more smoothly that way.) Overall, a lovely poem. Login to Reply Stephen Allen Date: 3/7/2012 4:09:00 PM Hello Leo, you know I never even saw how reversing these words would benefit the flow. I tend to write instinctively and not revise. You, my friend, are right! I have made the change and thank you for the attention to detail. Stephen.

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 3/7/2012 3:03:00 PM Woooow it is beautiful written Stephen, love it. - romantic and sweet. - oxox hugs from Anne-Lise Login to Reply Stephen Allen Date: 3/7/2012 4:12:00 PM Hello Anne-Lise, it is always a pleasure to hear your thoughts on my writing. xoxo Stephen.