Yellow cactus
Fresh with thorns
Let me tell you how it was born
You see what once was
...
Would you guess
A simple hug
A caring word
To show you still believe in her
...
To face her sunlight hours
She will need
More than her own strength can give
So carry her
...
I am watching you
I see you begin to fade
Your once bright light
Is growing dim
...
One more day
That is all you’ll say
You cry and scream at the light
I think I’ve finally seen
...
The leaves
They begin to change
Just as you did
From laughter as it used to be
...
The darkness was her drapery
The shadows were her friends
The moon, a splendid playmate
That cast silver for her tread.
...
Did you love me?
I wonder if you did
I long for just one more day
To talk about all the thoughts
...
Do you love me?
Because I love you.
Have I ever told you so?
I see that I have not
...
Look at that girl
Staring at you
She appears to not see you
Yes, that is true
...
I have always loved poetry and the mystery and power it holds. So, I am happy to share some of mine with you and joyously read all of yours. I suppose it should be noted that my poems were written not long ago during a sad time in my life; when my grandmother died of Cancer. My poems tell much of the suffering me and my family have endured these long months she has been gone. I hope you realise the emotional release that these poems are to me; and open your heart to their messages within.)
The Cactus
Yellow cactus
Fresh with thorns
Let me tell you how it was born
You see what once was
Born a rose
Is now a very ugly thorn
For it got caught
Between
A war
Of love and life
Each vying for a special person
To live
But she died
And so
That rose
Deemed the world an unfortunate place
And let itself grow ugly,
Allowed the world to permeate
Its beauty
And now it has gone so far
As to use
A cactus for its shell