Your ghost hides in the corners of our wrinkled sheets,
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea; it leaves me dripping remorse. It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence held me in perspective as one too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered, are fragile things that, in a short period of time, will die from the slightest chill.
And I" unbelievably" immersed in my neglectful, narrow corner unable to sympathize or relate to simple needs never noticed at all your petals falling one by one.
How often have men picked their flower in life only to ignore her later through the trials of marriage? Her tears like petals have fallen. Now, through her absence, he realizes too late, what he has done: Disregarded and Ignored his soul mate.
Note to self: Changed the picture and a couple of words.
A quick note:
~~This is by far my most popular poem. And yet, it didn't start that way. Many young people are offended by advice or suggestions from others. They feel insulted that someone would critique their writing.
As for me, I came here not just to share my writing but to learn as well. If it wasn't for suggestions from Rick Puetter and Girl Friday (see below) I don't think the poem would have been as good. The poet Richard also helped me fine tune the poem and it is now--after all these years--(in my mind) complete.
We can always learn from other people as long as we know they have more experience and know-how than us.~~
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I've often compared women to flowers, each having their own essence..but some wither away as they are more fragile than others... This was such a honest and artistically wonderful write.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I appreciate that Daydreamer, thank you for the nice review. :)
wonderful! absolutely magical, Relic. wording and all. great picture to go with it.
I agree with your note. nobody's perfect. we keep learning and there are extraordinary writers and poets here, which makes it a great site.
I honestly don't even know what to say about this...it has just left me so speechless. How can this not have more reviews than it already does. To say that I am impressed by just how beautiful this poem is would be understating an understatement like an understatement's never been understated before in the history of understatements. Your vocabulary in this piece is just so rich and powerful that it just makes this poem so wonderful. Superb...fantastic...awesome-ah, I can't even think of one word good enough to praise this piece! :)
haha, thank you so much Doorman, you're far too kind. In actuality, there are 100 reviews missing be.. read morehaha, thank you so much Doorman, you're far too kind. In actuality, there are 100 reviews missing because my old account malfunctioned. I appreciate your review very much.
10 Years Ago
well, in my opinion, 283 reviews isn't even close to the number of reviews this piece deserves(I'm n.. read morewell, in my opinion, 283 reviews isn't even close to the number of reviews this piece deserves(I'm not just saying that, I've read some superb poems before, but this one trumps them all). You are very welcome :)
Well, let me get on board as some one who likes what you have produced. I an not a guy who jumps on the winning band-wagon but.I have said similar things dressed in different words on former occasions. A very classy write.
Truthful words painted with perfection, accompanied by the most striking photo. Even the notes at the end add to the impact of the piece. The last stanza breathes such reflective honesty that it strikes me in the chest. One doesn't have to have been married to let a love whither and die. Poignant and profound.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I'm lost for words...thank you, I appreciate it FT.
FREAKING INCREDIBLE. It's poetry like this that leads to the creation of more poetry. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write -- I was hitting a brick wall before now.