Meadow Song

A Boy With Roses

smoke curled eastward, rising through rose petals                                                                          

legs in wet grass, sun after the rain                                                                                                  

the sacred red morning sun is uplifted on wings                                                        

distant flames we remember, when we're drunk in the night 

 

you see your name written in the stars, perfectly in place                                    

sanctified in the darkest of days                                                                                  

each vision is a verse in the fading memory of time                                                    

down the path of heartbreak our misfortunate dreams entwine                                

lingering lilac lullaby when my heart sings                                                                

I see myself with you in Heaven                                                                            

falling through you like sand, like glass, like a river 

 

you talk about things so much, they don't even matter                                                      

you pray for the sun when the sky is getting darker                                                    

figure 8, sun signature                                                                                    

bowed down Cupid and drank the fountain of youth                                                              

but now your skin is growing old with your wings                                            

I see it on your visage, I pity your self-righteousness                                                              

solace pulled like sinew from your mind                                                

heliotropes peeled from the floral wall dressed in secrets                                              

my mother was a seamstress, my father was a sailor                                      

and through all the hills of my land                                                                                      

I look for them in you                                                                                            

I come back to you like a ferocious wave, like candle wick                                           

the dog licks its paws                                                                                                      

what a bumbling farce to think, to think 

 

you see your name written in the stars, perfectly in place                                    

sanctified in the darkest of days                                                                                  

each vision is a verse in the fading memory of time                                                    

down the path of heartbreak our misfortunate dreams entwine                                

lingering lilac lullaby when my heart sings                                                                

I see myself with you in Heaven                                                                            

falling through you like sand, like glass, like a river.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2022 18:18
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, jarcher54.
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Comments2

  • Goddess of the Mist

    Lovely.

  • jarcher54

    JD, this may be your most haunting and coherently complex journey yet. Every line, every image, sparks with extravagant yet well-tempered imagery. You made my week... may I post this (with credit) on our work feed where people post poetry? This is moving, creative, beautiful, and sincere...

    • A Boy With Roses

      You own anything I say. My words belong to anyone who cares to read.. My man, life is crystal clear and dented. Imagine yourself at night, at the traffic lights, and feel that pulsating instinct, that drive to live. I wouldn't say this is the best of me, just a piece I was compelled to post. Words in my draft. Recently I've been looking back at all the naïve things I wrote when I was, maybe more so loving and thoughtful, and want to express kindness in my poems. Sending you much love.



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