Sun-dried tomatoes
And I love the texture of your lips
Cracked
As I taste the frailty of your days
Owl in hiding
And I sing you to sleep in the field
Thorns
As I pick through your fallen hair
Black Tourmaline
And I hope these gems will heal you
Chrysanthemum Blue
As I place flowers by your grave
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February 23, 2014 at 9:03 pm
Love the way your verse creates the visions I imagine. Very nice stuff. Peace.
February 23, 2014 at 9:11 pm
very nice imagery here. metaphorically one could possibly sense sensitivity. just like to interpret at times. not that i’m always right, but it’s fun.
February 23, 2014 at 11:19 pm
A love and death cycle through the feel of nature. Very nice juxtaposition.
February 23, 2014 at 11:44 pm
Strangely comforting…and spooky. If that’s possible.
February 24, 2014 at 1:00 am
Hi Melinda,
This piece is poetically and metaphorically delicious. It sits hauntingly in my mind; a semi-sweet writer’s tingle. Thank you so much for sharing this precious work! =)
-Brittany
February 24, 2014 at 3:41 am
So lovely. So evocative. I feel this poem. Thank you.
February 24, 2014 at 1:55 pm
This is awesome. I love it.
February 25, 2014 at 3:45 pm
I love your detailed description. So romantic and haunting. 🙂
February 25, 2014 at 4:32 pm
You know a good writer when you can feel the prick and the light they describe. This is beautiful, so glad I came to check out your site and thanks for liking one of my songs, I hope you find more to love there. Can’t wait to check out your writing more…Annabel
February 26, 2014 at 12:28 am
This poem possesses a grave weight in the best of ways.
February 26, 2014 at 1:12 am
Well you can feel it. Again, good job
November 4, 2014 at 7:10 pm
I like your writing style very much.