The House That Time Forgot Poem by Chelsea Meigs

Timw forgotten
Love abandoned
Sit the flower in the jar
Browning, wilting, growing old
Drooping down and down
The red has faded
On brittle petals
Glided to the floor
The float or glide swiftly to the floor
Landing with a soft crackle
The only sound to not be heard
They rest on the boards
To gater dust
Deep inside
Time has been cruel
The memories arre stale
Love was once in motion
Once abundant, once so pure
Love was ever so true
The rose will wait
For it knows not
Why it is forgotten
It is love in purest form
Yet it sits upon the floor
Waiting, browning, growing stale
Dusted with lost time
It sits and wonders where
All emotion has gone
The thorns go dull
The scarlette has vanished
So brittle and so frail
One wrong motion
In silence of time
And the love that's
Left will surely
Shatter
Shatter as if the vase
That once with held the love
Has bee swept off the stand
To land upon the waiting rose
By some cruel and unweilding
Wind through the house
That time forgot

9-10-08