A dozen red roses
A card which read
Only for the good times
Forget the bad
The newspaper obituary
Words to touch
A place in my heart
That hid so much.
Like a hidden chapter
In lifes book
Tucked away
Without a look
The words that spilled
From secret places
Remembered perfume
Lingering traces.
The dark earth now
Will be your bed
A moistened pillow
Words left unsaid
Love and anger
In passion clothed
A forgotten story
God bless your soul.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is sadness and mourning in this write that is filled with memories and nostalgia as well. It has a dark mood well written Norman
thanking you, I wanted to get across the mixture of anger , passion and love, much appreciated
Mixed feeling came through but I was left predominantly with a mourning feeling and sadness. You are most welcome Norman
Yes, the death of an ex lover , sadness mourning but remembered anger as the relationship faded out
One day it will be our turn to receive such respects. In a way we can envy Tom Sawyer at his own funeral for obvious reasons 🙏🏻🕊️
thats true my friend, much appreciated, thanking you
Most welcome, friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
What a beautifully painful poem, Norman! Its restraint and emotional honesty honor the complicated reality of grieving someone with whom much remained unresolved. I have known that mixture myself...and you capture its lingering ache with tremendous sensitivity. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most kind comments. thanking you my friend, always much appreciated
Wonderful words of love for somebody who has p[assed away Norman. may all be well.
Andy
thanks for read my friend, always appreciated
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