of little purple flowers

of little purple flowers

A Poem by Robin
"

For Kerry's Sunday Challenge #1

"

 

Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year

 

memories of you  , I

 

surrounded in the comforts of spring

 

warm and pastel light

 

a beginning

 

we lay within those purple flowers

 

I never knew the names of

 

pink blossoms slipping from the sky 

 

like the snow thought left behind

 

 

 

 

secrets

 

how they burn within  

 

yours ravaging the soul

 

your hidden heart torn

 

the words you couldn't say 

 

and your bed of novels   

 

how your dreams floated on others words 

 

and you wished , and wished ,  and wished

 

that somehow  ,  I was the one  

 

  

 

 

I lay on the rock by that tiny lake  

 

my eyes closed

 

and you tickled my ear

 

"wake up you beautiful man"

 

in your delicate hand , a blue feather

 

you wearing a sunny halo

 

the gulls circled and called in the sky

 

you curved your body over mine 

 

 

 

 

I lay awake at night

 

eyes staring back into the black  

 

trying not to remember

 

and it's raining

 

I think of you crying

 

tears you were never afraid of

 

buried in loneliness

 

and I swing at the night

 

reality crushing 

 

with no goodbye

 

your final gesture

 

 

 

 

and now ,

 

I walk along this shore

 

under the struggling sun

 

and I hear a cry

 

on the wings of a gull

 

remembering your face to the sea

 

and little purple flowers

 

here , alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Robin


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m***********s...
all of you today..
this gave me bad nausea and bad memories..this was the KR disappearnce just done better and more poetic and draped in royal purple...

what the f**k can I say? "The sadness is overwhelming" Blah blah f*****g blah. Its not even something you can talk about because its a living thing in the room fueled on tears and shadows.


A plus you savage...a f*****g plus

Posted 13 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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With these unleashed words no one could be alone! Beautiful write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so - this seems to be a thing recently - i've sat with this a few times and have not found the right words - or any words, really... it's a sighing song. we're taken through the delicate petal days of a love, we're spilled like tears, we toss and turn in sorrow, and we walk, melancholy as the cry of a gull, at your side in remembrance. chekov was never so poetic.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

on the wings of a gull indeed. I imagine the poetry of the universe to be like this, I don't know, I can only observe but it seems that way, encapsulated in the small things, omnipresent, blend the sorrow with the universe and you get.... something like this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

now that's a soul breaker~ those sort of undulating memories forever haunt~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is filled with sorrow and pain from past memories. A yearning is painted clearly with each scene that is delicately described. I love the use of color of it makes this piece more vivid and clear to picture in my mind. You have woven a tale of a love gone by with clarity and full of emotion. "I hear a cry on the wings of a gull" is my favorite line of it resonates loudly of the specters of love still haunting ones mind and soul.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robin, this is a beautifully written piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robin, this is a most amazing piece of poetry: the melancholy of Chekov is there, so is the remembered joy of love in full, purple bloom. This taps deeply into the collective consciousness, because no one who has ever loved could fail to be touched to the core by the words. Hopefully, they will not over-look the style, which is no less than masterful.
Bravo.

Thank you so much for entering the Sunday Challenge #1

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have tried and tried to voice the blood that runs through my heart as I read this, but I just can't. There really and truly are no words. If I tried to pour them into this tiny box it would only undermine the subject at hand, the culmination of beauty and pain you've stitched together from a wound. So I shall remain silent and hope and dream you know how precious this piece is. I can honestly do nothing else.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautifully haunting piece - breathtaking.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Light in expression, heavy in nostalgia....the kind i like:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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