Time
Posted on July 22, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
15 Comments
“On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.”– James Beattie
Time, her only companion as she sits in failing light.
Through the open window, a grassy scent of rain’s mist.
She breathes in, a wistful sigh falls from lonely lips
trying to remember the last time they kissed.
Hypnotic pattering rain and now, he’s here again
in her cloistered mind, using his enchanting charms
as she whiles away the hours ensconced in his arms.
Back then with him she was a delicate white orchid,
thriving in the lushness of his dewy rain forest
but now she’s naught but a dried crumbling rose,
protected by her heart, prickled with thorns.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
This is incredibly poignant! I love the lines: “a wistful sigh falls from lonely lips trying to remember the last time they kissed”… there is both pain and passion here as she struggles with her emotions.
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!💜
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Thank you Sanaa!
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“protected by her heart, prickled with thorns”…. I really like the way you summed this memory up comparing the two flowers, one symbol of innocence and the other experience. Very nice work.
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Thank you!
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Wow! I can actually feel the contrast of her being, as she was back then, and now. I relate! LOL. Loved this poem!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful imagery and symbolism in beautiful language.
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Thank you!
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Love the “cloistered mind.” Necessary for survival along with a thorn-rimmed heart.
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Thank you Sarah. I’m thrilled you enjoyed my words.
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Great sadness. ☺
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Yes. Thank you Walt.
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My pleasure 🙂
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😊❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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