December Rose

December Rose

A Poem by Anna Marie

'It has to be an old secret,' he thinks,
waking up cold and terrified of the night.
Reality is failing, bending, it's warping;
a record left in humid air and sunlight.

'It has to be hidden out there,' he whispers,
flashing visions of waves and glowing orbs.
Sanity is flimsy, hearts are rose-petal soft;
a frail sheet of ice the ocean storm absorbs.

'It has to be somewhere inside,' he chants,
feeling through shadows and dusty oubliettes.
Sunken in a solitary alcove it lay weeping;
trapped in nooks that one easily forgets.

'It has to be where I cannot go,' he cries,
kicking up dust and heaving a stale atmosphere.
Currents churning under skyward surging waves;
a relic still waiting with petals pale and sheer.

© 2017 Anna Marie

Author's Note

Anna Marie
(H. K.)

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So gentle use of words and they held great power over the reader. You brought the reader into deep thoughts and hard memories. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry. I enjoyed this one.

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