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Richard Lee Cook Poem
There once were twelve sisters, fresh, long legged and beautiful
Clustered amongst baby's breath being featured on center stage
Day to day the attention needed waned in the settling dusty mire
Eleven sisters were lost in their glamoured celebration, all but one
Ruby in solo stands alone, surrounded by her sisters, dry, athirst
Amrs lay at their sides lifeless while each head is lowerd in prayer
Centered as if on point in a macabre ballet pose, Ruby is radiant
Starring in a magical garden dance titled, "A Mid-Summer Nightmare"
During the full moon, lunar rays spotlight her vessel-ed reservior
The stillness is broken by a haunting breeze, stirring up the dust
Slowly trickling downward over Ruby's like a mystical star conjuring
Ruby is blushing in the electric glow of a blood red magnificence
At last, dawn comes in a blistering and dry heat in the stale room
Ruby's long stem shrivels from lack of moisture, arms wilt at her side
Gracefully bowing her head, joining her eleven sisters in quiet prayer
Ruby's celebration of color, fragrance, ends her final performance...
Copyright © Richard Lee Cook | Year Posted 2014
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Richard Lee Cook Poem
When the Moth flies drained of all her feelings
Flight weakens her wings, all that is cherished
Wings dry like powder, caught in a stale breeze
Powder falls up and out, tender this does make
When wings carry the weight of the world
Flight makes heavy the silken frame of love
Then a heart is weaken from yesterdays flight
The Moth has been singed by fire of the lovelorn
When the Moth takes a once in a lifetime chance flight
There are no strings to this puppet of thought
Heat rises, but where there is a cold heart in view
One falls clear of emotions, but not a burning candle
When slow sinking takes to the depths of feelings
Strike a match and give life to the candle with flame
Offer roses of twenty for thirdy seconds of wild and red
The Moth lands on a bud, yet to glory for praising luck
When a moth flies high and touches the luners edge
Kissed in morning dewdrops, mother taught to flutter
The powder dries quick, bide your time upon the rocks
Don't fly low to this candles flame, burnt you shall be
Copyright © Richard Lee Cook | Year Posted 2011
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Richard Lee Cook Poem
Cradled in the palms of my hands
Child of dreams I hold upon this land
Reach for the stars your delivered to me
And there is nothing greater than thee
Life made in love a water lily pink
Dragonfly wings and puppy dog winks
Honey beigh thoughts a starry starry night
Safe in my arms angels take flight
Wonder of wonders holding this life
Not to loose and never to tight
Daddy's little girl now and forever
Cradled in love nothing will harm you never
Copyright © Richard Lee Cook | Year Posted 2011
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Richard Lee Cook Poem
He walks weary to his bed of ninety years
Down that lonely hallway that once was shared
Gone early she was at eighty four
Sweet Emma from his heart did adore
The hand of age brushes a kiss upon her face
Like so many times before when the day was long
He removes his wired rim glasses and yawns
Folded carefully and placed beside her photo on the nightstand
The linen is pulled to the side a pillow is fluffed
Slowly he sits on the edge and stares into space
Slippers removed one by one and placed just so
Before he lies between the sheets a distant call is heard
Gentle in the night the Loons sing their romantic song
The moon of silver reflects on the lake across the way
Shadows of Loons in love create ripples upon the water
This is his Golden Pond and strawberry patches
Together many a day he and Emma would walk for miles hand in hand
Stopping to smell the flowers and pick strawberries for jam
How well he remembers those days of yester year
But alas she is gone and alone he has walked the pathes alone
Shutting the window just enough to let a breeze flow
As he turns to shut the light for just one moment he believes
There Emma sits she pats the bed and calls to him sweetly Come
He clears his head then a tear drops as he whispers to himself
Alright Emma my sweet alright alright Im coming
Making his way to the bed he slides in slowly between the sheets
Leans over turns out the light and pulls the covers up
As he recalls Emma The bright moon light casts shadows
They are upon the walls and on the cieling over head
Silent creations produced by cars across the lake
Figures dancing about the room, shadowed in blues and grays
They trigger memories of dances in the church hall on saturday nights
Slowly his eyes close and he says this prayer every night
Lord my Savior this I ask
I wish to see my Sweet Emma just once more time
To be by her side and feel her warm hand in mine
If you see me fit to grant this wish
Happy I will be in her arms and to taste Sweet Emmas kiss once more
I thank Thee my heavenly father
Amen
Copyright © Richard Lee Cook | Year Posted 2011
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