the rosebush grew
until the days became new
still change is precious and few
the notice of your precious memory is long overdue
at times i feel guilty
now that i have outlived you
i still feel that you are older than me
for your understanding of the world far outranks mine
the rosebush died
modern forwardness is now satisfied
however this old soul is now very mortified
so a freshly new rosebush by me is now applied
Categories:
revitalization, change, memory, remember,
Form: Free verse
Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.
Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.
She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.
How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.
What went before is not to be.
However, a reality has formed from yesteryear.
The future is a seed, which has matured profusely.
Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory.
Neurological resources are their tool.
The mind willingly enters this superlative institute.
Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come.
Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth.
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Penned on September 06, 2014!
Categories:
revitalization, anger, angst, conflict, confusion,
Form: Couplet
the system needs revitalization
in order for new creations to be vital creation
knowing this and more, i wonder if we could talk
then afterwards find a new root of renewal via a quiet walk
when we become reenergized, we can bask in the new ebb and flow
no matter the temperamental tendencies of real life, you are still the star of my show
Categories:
revitalization, emotions, life, love,
Form: Couplet