Solitaire Poem by Barry Middleton
Solitaire
Another night of solitaire,
a silent room, an empty chair,
a withered rose within my room.
Still random poems I compose,
as darkness beckons to the rose,
in memories of sweet perfume.
A card is laid, the stars confound.
A shadowed echo without sound
recalls my frail mortality.
The cards are dots I must connect,
in cryptic poems to protect,
my hope and rose totality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
9/23/2024 8:46:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
