The growing mound is now empty of life . The Spark has died. No weeping or wailing, No beating of breasts, No rituals of mourning mandated, Or expected. Just the cleansing of flesh. And the promise that time moves on.
Category: Poetry
Smiles and winks
Smiles and winks, Lust and desire mingle, Sometimes bearing a child, called love...
Freedom
What can’t I free my mind of you? Why can’t my heart free itself from your memory? Passion kindled over innocuous words... A quick kiss sealed the spell cast years before… The fates intertwined our lives, our hearts and our bodies... Two scorned lovers finding comfort in each other. Love can’t heal though what other …
Waves
A word, a whisper …. relieve from wonder.. Silence pain and flowing tears Feelings running like a tidal wave Washing away reason, logic, sense Leaving bare and raw emotion Broken on rocks and mended with time Never the same once broken Never really healed… never really forgotten
Two Faces ….
Two faces, two loves deep in my heart, Two beds to find pleasure in, but one a home provides. The other a dream, a memory of what could have been, But never was... Two faces, two loves, one heart breaking, Logic and love rarely agree, emotions unsure of themselves, One offers a life, hard, but …
Lucinda Rose 