Charlotte Ballard

A Song Not Yet Finished

You loved me once among
Budding tea roses built
To be what I was not,
A tender, passing beauty
And as easy to dismiss as
A dandelion growing in
Amongst lilies and snapdragons.
You puff and my feelings float
Off to replant
Someplace where I am not.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Poem Edited: Sunday, November 10, 2013

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  • Stug Jordan (4/1/2007 6:19:00 AM)

    This is beautiful, from the title on its own, to the poem which has a perfect economy, lovely imagery, and heart-full of feeling. All true and perfectly executed. Sx

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