gary Sansom

Pastel Blossom In Bloom - Poem by gary Sansom

As somewhat, it seems,
a vivid dim,
like reminiscent dream.
And in what looms lay,
is the colour cast.

A pastel blossom grey;
not quite a coda.
a kinda chroma key,
in this, the overcast.


All the while in the wild,
we're working our way up the steps,
through the ruins,
of a long worn cathedral.
When in amongst that gloom,
I catch a glimpse of u,
peering through the cleft,
of a broken arched window.

Picking yr way through,
a crazy paving,
choking with brambles,
barely escaping.
Within a group of yr own making.
On yr way,
in another direction,
to a separate vault,
of indeterminate location.

A subterranean hovel to call home.
away, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
from the fireworks display.

Before the bombs dropped.
Before the sun stopped.

I recognized you.
I ushered out, 'quickly come this way.'
I called out, 'quickly, ............ come this way! '

***************** *****

On the spot,
you turn about,
recollect a period,

That pretty placid look,
the fine lines and a stare,
Glared back and said everything,
to correct,
before u spoke.
With such good graces,
u say one last thing,
and I quote:

'I can never be where you are.'


just when you turn away,
With devastation,
whipping up the wind,
such as you say,
and all knowing, meaning.
up until,
a uturn this morning,
was the last I saw of u.


Just then before
the claxens sirened,
and we rushed to the blur
of a makeshift shelter.
Under the ground
and out of the way,
never to forget
that pastel blossom of grey.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: ABC

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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