Etienne Charilaou Poems

Nothing can be said to console
the one who now feels old;
whose world has been inherited
by younger visionaries bold.
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What words can describe this Amaryllis divine?
Certainly not any of mine.
Look at how red!
As though the Universe had bled.
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I gazed upon her as she slept
outstretched on her hospital bed
sculptured perfection - beauteous - true
the nose, the cheek - e'en her hue
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A sad refrain now coursing
always through my brain,
and at times it feels hard to maintain.
A friend's kind words:
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Keep it simple,
like a dimple.
Raise a rimple,
pop a pimple.
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