remnant Poem, by Blue-eyed Bolla, at My poetic side

Before I watch it pass away

I'll gather up this dying day

And tend, with tenderness, its grave,

From which, a poppy, I will save.

This crumb of comfort I’ll compress,

Immortalise in flower press,

To conjure up this dying day

When it has long since passed away.

And when its sombre sun has set,

This remnant of a raw regret,

I'll bury, in my book of death,

To breathe its final, bitter breath.

Fay Slimm. April 24th, 2019 08:09
Very appealing these winsome words of remembrance my friend - your pen captures the lament in all its poignant phrases. Saved to my favourites.
Frederick Samson April 24th, 2019 09:04
I enjoyed the flow of this poem

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