barry white


Cemetery Rose - Poem by barry white

The cold autumn winds cannot reunite leaves
with trees-the robins rain enraptured eyes
and wind waltzed wings tempt caged tears that grieve.
A widow plants flowers-her old man lies
ready to caress the contours of a rose,
his fingers are phantoms too frail to grip
a swaying rose as the cemetery gates close
and with newly found notes the robin slips
into a rhapsody. Fingers rove across
thorns, a flower soothed into stillness
a wifes haunted heart made still by the loss
of harking for the music of madness.
Under red winter skies a robin bathes
snow falls from thorns below ice captured graves.

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  • (8/31/2013 3:49:00 PM)


    A great poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013


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