I look at the pictures of us, and it's like looking at a paper graveyard.
The smiles, so frozen in time, so distant and temporary.
My memories are of cut flowers,
laid at the altar of us.
Bright and then fading, losing petals
like prayers scattered over fresh earth.
Your eyes have lost their shine in my mind.
I can barely taste you on my tongue.
My mouth starves at your garden.
As time slips away, the pain becomes like an
old rusty machine
on an abandoned farm.
We disintegrate and decompose.
A gentle thundering rain swallows us
in hazy downpouring sheets.
But a new life is carried
through turbulent groundwater currents.
A sprout, seeking root on fertile ground,
where fleeting moments of new joy
will be captured again and again.
And through the death of the old,
we embrace the birth of the new.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Good write T.
Thanks.
The last two line will stay with me !! Brilliant
Much appreciated.
The birth of the new comes to us each day Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Exquisite poetry dear Thomas, exquisite 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Wonderful last couplet. Out of wreckage an opportunity for new growth. A great write Thomas. Happy Friday.
Thank you very much. Happy Friday.
True words it is in death that new life comes and what is new ages. It is the cycle of life for all things love as well.
Thank you.
A brilliant write, my friend. I found it rather contemplative yet optimistic. Really loved it.
Much appreciated, Tom.
A wonderful analogy of cut flowers, beautiful and fragrent while they last, but as everything in life they fade away. As always, your verse is expuisite in sentiment and presentation. Loved it!
Thank you so much, Bella.
I've long had a thing about re-birth and reincarnation .. don't ask me how long ..
I've got a thing about flowers too .. great poetry sir .. Neville
Thank you, my friend. Much appreciated.
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