remnant

Kevin Michael Bloor

Before I watch it pass away

I'll gather up, this dying day,

to tend, with tenderness, its grave,

for which, a poppy, I will save.

 

This crumb of comfort I’ll compress.

Locked up inside a flower press,

immortalised, this dying day,

will live when it has 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.

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2021 05:16
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    'This crumb of comfort I’ll compress.'
    these line and the image you paired with your write - combine
    to birth an impactful metaphor, that's so innately relatable..
    simply Brilliant! such a great read

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you, LB. Sometimes, I feel that life will never get any better than it is on a certain day, and I just want to somehow save that day from dying and passing into oblivion...

      • L. B. Mek

        yup, I so relate my friend:
        'memory, do not fail at this last hurdle
        if all else dissipates
        to that realm where yesterday's
        are not, but fragmented shadows
        of all that we once, yearned-for
        have mercy on this few mementos
        let them guide my despairing shell
        to that last hurrah: of treasured breathe'



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