I saw you today,
as you thoughtfully gazed over the balcony
to the tidy rows in the garden below,
all the varieties of flowers and herbs
fenced high with rose vines.
Just beautiful...
but thorns prick memories
and you drew blood.
Our old house through the pines
held quiet solitude for us and ole' Bleu
where once in warm harmony and love there had lived two
It was a place to laugh, love and write songs.
Now it's become a waiting place
of all night sipping vigils;
the street is now filled with ghosts,
and I must also drink of this cup.
It's a bitter thing to live as a refugee.
I am the redolent breeze from the forest, the roses in the garden...
I just can't deal with this side of life.
I want to come home.
Author's Notes/Comments:
How does it feel to be on your own
Like a rolling stone....
sometimes going home is to
sometimes going home is to hard to bare,the nemories over run our thoughts
ghosts of times past come back to haunt us
hope you are well
ron parrish
Hi Ron
I'm okay..going to ER...stuff...
Thanks for your visit.
Poems all muse...not me.
Hahaha
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
you`re welcome,,take care of
you`re welcome,,take care of your self
i went to dr last week,got bloodwork,9 viles
set me up for a colonostimy ,hope nothing comes out bad
prostate swollen up pretty good
ron parrish
I'm blessed to have found you
I'm blessed to have found you and your work, Sass. I've really enjoyed reading your work thus far. My favourite folder is the "spiritual" folder. "Guardian" is my favorite in there. You are most certainly a "garden soul." Thank you for sharing.
I want to learn how to add pictures to my work as well. The pic for this poem is perfect. Well done!
peace peace
Hello
Hi, thank you. I don't know how one adds a picture here.
I copied the pic and poem from another site a.d it just went in...
I'm glad my spiritual writes speak.
One will be used in music by the Boston Conservatory of Music in a song form on oct.24th 2018...
Another poem was published in 4 different books and on the radio.
I'm humbled and stunned! PTL
I'm happy you enjoyed my scribbles.
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words