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My Darling, Rose

My Darling, Rose

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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Her clothes hang in the closet. The room smells of her perfume.

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Her clothes hang in the closet.

The room smells of her perfume.

Their bed is dressed with pillows

of antique lace, some heirloom.

The walls are painted eggshell.

Windows are draped floral green,

and a strand of cultured pearls

lays in silence and unseen.


His hat hangs from the bedpost.

Her slippers wait on the floor.

Silence echoes a sad truth

from behind that bedroom door.

He sleeps with her memory,

but his soul can never rest.

She was all he ever loved,

and he loved the very best.


She left him in December

when he woke to find her dead,

and he wept as he held her

and cradled her precious head.

Her lips were lavender blue

like periwinkle in spring,

and her skin was winter’s ash

or a shadow whispering.


He held her there for hours,

could not bear to let her go,

just one more chance, one moment,

and one lifetime more to go.

She was his very best friend,

his companion, and his wife.

She was more than a partner.

She was the wellspring of life.


His clothes hang in the closet.

The room smells of aftershave.

He wore his hat this morning

to visit her at the grave.

He left a fragrant bouquet,

one last gift of love he chose,

then closed his eyes and whispered,

"Here I come, my darling, Rose."



© 2017 Linda Marie Van Tassell



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Linda Marie Van Tassell





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Beautiful
Yet beautifully sad and poignant

Posted 2 Months Ago


beautiful write,filled with images so vivid and clear

Posted 3 Months Ago


Linda, I am new at the Cafe and while perusing the pages here this piece of yours seemed to pull me in for a read and I'm so glad that it did.

This is a beautifully penned sad piece of poetry that pulled at my heartstrings big time. Your word selections have painted a very clear vision of the reality of how it sometimes is after the loss of a loved one.

From the very first stanza I felt as if I was right there watching the whole scenario unfold ~ and then the last stanza brought it all together nicely ~ with the man & woman soon to be together again.

Thanks for sharing your words with us and I look forward to reading/reviewing more of your offerings.

Blessings,
~ hsg

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Man that'd sad. Loved the third stanza, enjoyed the whole write very much.
I put myself in the fellas shoes then ask that I be taken first so that I would not have to feel the pain of separation from my life's true love.

Posted 3 Months Ago


That is a love I believe we all crave. Your words touched me and your characters became so real with just a few words. Your work never fails to move me.

Posted 3 Months Ago


This is so nicely penned and so full of emotion; brought tears to my eyes.

Posted 3 Months Ago


A simply well-scribed slice of heart-wrenching beauty.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Hmm, I love this for a lot of reasons, but I specifically enjoyed that you omitted the characters' names. Nicely done :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


This is definitely the most beautiful poem I read in the last times. Wonderfully brilliant and absolutely captivating in its sadness and beauty!
A master well done from me!
All best,
:-)
Sil

Posted 4 Months Ago


Love the rhythm, love the echoes, love the story!! Brilliantly written! Kind of reminds me of Alfred Noyes's "The Highwayman" in some places (mainly rhythm). Fantastic!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

4 Months Ago

Thank you.

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upo.. more..

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