The Blue Rose

Originally written spring 2011

It is raining

In a garden full of roses 

A few kisses by Fire

A few blushing Pink

A few sunlit yellow

One pure white

One just barely blooming

Turning out to be a beautiful hue. 

The impossible shade of bright blue

A gardener comes

With his tools wet by the rain

He slips

And Nips the Blue Rose

Kills 

The Blue Rose

He slips further

His hand cut by the thorns

His blood sprays the ground

Where the White Rose lay

From the blood comes

The WildFlower. 

🌹🦋🌹🦋🌹🦋🌹🦋

Childish Necromancy

I want to get some of the poetry out of my Notes app and thought here would be the best place.

Childish Necromancy

Originally written 04/04/2024

I placed tulips on your grave today,

And made a confession long forgot

I keep trying to bring you back

Even though I know I cannot

I tried to find you again

I looked for the birdsong in the garden

Only to find that the bird no longer sings the same tune

So badly I wanted to hear that song once more

I made it reality

Deep down, how does one accept you’ll now forever be a memory?

I kept that locked inside my heart for so long

But even now I still can’t accept that you’re gone.

It’s been a lifetime and I’ve finally had a year like that one.

I’ve had movement in my heart I haven’t felt since I was young.

There are things now that I wouldn’t trade for you, and in that there is guilt.

But maybe just maybe, that’s how healing is finally built.