Misconception Passes Forgotten

Some days you hold a bed of roses as only a state of mind
Promises seem to be forgotten in drifting pieces
Wondering how absence thinks of ways to make fonder
A heart that watches time burning bridges
With faith that never ceases

So often an eager crowd serves a master of lonely places
You can hear them whispering words of praise
They are swirling in a powerful roundabout of illusion
Spent in rooms where the only way out
Cannot be paraphrased

Some have chosen their scars as seed to plant in rows
Then wonder why their fields are full of pain
Aside from sorrow can you imagine what could dwell
As rows of beautiful flowers in the heart
Where love remains

We hear I am sorry in a moment that passes forgotten
On days when a bed of roses does not exist
Should we choose to serve a master of lonely places
Or plant seeds of forgiveness in our fields
From unclenched fists

 

Reviews

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

I plant the seeds and watch them grow, but it's harvest time that I am for
The seed of love that I send out, takes on its own primeval clout
This place that we call Earth, our cauldron
Forge us into gold and all one
Children from a higher place, we choose to rise, or fall from grace
I cry out in the wilderness, those that hear have passed the test
The ones who love against all odds,born as light filled baby gods!

[Derek S.Keck]

Every new poem I read of yours, i'm always lost for words. Everything you say is true. This is wonderful

[Tommy]

An inspiration the size of a mustard seed can grow to great vastness, but what immensity is cored with depends on what we nourish it with during its growth. I love the third stanza, I have let scars grow like thorny vines incasing my heart, it has only been recently that I have let love prune these feeling back into control...

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[HopelesslyDevoted]

interesting concepts... i think am going to have read this a few times over. but i love when poems have deep hidden messages in them, and i suspect this would be one of them. nice!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

I don't know about the 23 others who whiffed on this thoughtful piece, but I got it! The key is letting go. One cannot receive with a closed hand. (mind, heart)
Excellent allegory throughout. .
Loved it!

[Dream Weaver]

Wow, this was deep and insightful…
A reflective poetic elegy…

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Love can take us to many places, and it can leave us in the loneliness of places. You always have the ability to get my mind thinking when I reflect upon your words. That is why you are a unique Poetess my friend.