mistress widow
a single white rose wilting
not looking at it’s best
laid on a bed of fresh dug soil
a day later then the rest
dressed in mourning black
alone she cries his name
she never got to say goodbye
mascara streaks of shame
she knew she’d never hold him
in the darkness of the night
knew she’d never share
hands held in broad daylight
she never admitted it to him
never put him on the spot
accepted love in second place
his sweet forget me not
her hope lived in a fantasy
that just maybe someday
she’d hear his voice tell her
from now on he would stay
the years slipped on by
what must be must be
she waited in the wings
where no one could see
that single wilted white rose
is their final goodbye
love stole memories and youth
she has no more tears to cry
~hugs~
Karen
Regis
Had to think on it for a brief moment...which is
Very good,this piece will stay with me
Its so beautiful and the imagery i could almost see in
the single wilted white rose!!
Love It!!!
Love And Peace To You Always
Your Friend...Morning Star
Carole~
Romantic, SAD and Wise for you to see all this in your mind!
So clearly understood!
Tears flowed!
I felt the pain!
I have 1-Word here... "Empty"
and my heart goes out to YOU! etc.
Feel my warm Purple/Golden energy headign your way!
STay Strong and Positive!
as you reach out~
WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Thank you dear Cuz, Rose XOXO
Love,
CJ
Hugs
Ch'erie
Outstanding.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
very nice work Felix....
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
Take care,
Sherry
a moving and finely quilled poem, Felix ...
This makes me grieve for her; she has lost so much--youth, honor, a home with a man she can freely, rightly love, and that all-important first place in his heart, even the right to grieve openly. You have said it so well here.
thanks
dan
This is a soft tribute to the few who choose real love.
Always,
Susan
well penned.
thanks,
~D.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :( *tears!*
You take us into this woman's grief of what could have been--powerfully penned regret. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Hugs,
Marcia