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Read Poems by Frances Angela Torrelavega

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Unconventional Bride

From a distance, she sees
the groom in sweat;
moist with tears,
his lips tremble.
At the pace of voices,
she marches;
line of gazes: her path.

The contrast of white
against red;
petals are swept
by her trail.
Behind the lace
she gets a glimpse 
of tomorrow
and yesterday.

She kisses her mother, who smiles;
as well as her father, who cries.
Then she reaches the arms
of the man:
august in coat and tie.

Together, they walk the road
made of velvet and wilted rose:
This day, they may be them,
but later, they will be one.

This moment, though, 
makes her break;
and mourn like facing death,
for the image of bells and doves

is a mere illusion in her mind.

Today, the coil will be worn,
though not by the lady
in this poem.
For she is the one
in the weathered bench
sitting together
with the wedding guests.

Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007

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  1. Date: 3/24/2016 6:57:00 PM

    Frances, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 1/16/2016 5:10:00 PM

    Frances Angela Torrelavega,, enjoyed reading the words you poured on your poem. Have a wonderful day. **SKAT**
  1. Date: 11/9/2012 8:48:00 PM

    perfect piece Angela, nice twist to the story. I thought about a lovely love way but when i finished reading i see the best part of your mind..galing talaga regards, jett

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