“Into
a garden I have grown”
Filled
with thorns I’ve viewed as thrones,
Upon
lavender and lettuce I do sit,
In
a palace of malcontent,
The
hours wide
The
passage went
Jonquil
sent yet petals dried return
Shells
of almonds seeping aloe’s ooze
The
note attached,
Where
x is all you were willing to supply
As
you thrust love’s dagger through my side
Fingers
scurry for anything else
Just
something to continue the delusion alive
‘twas
when the Asphodel caught my eye,
To which I couldn’t cry, only mutter, “soon
dear friend I shall accept that penance clean”
Love
lies bleeding. everywhere
To
which I stand a-daze for each the hour seized.
Agape—
I stand in stare
The
Cypress of the delphinium, prophesized
That death, like the creeping willow—
In
acceptance of Viscarias whispered dance,
Transcends—
Both space
And
time
The
witch’s spell of hazel has since gone dry
Are you really in a despressed mood or something today? All three sorta had depressing on display, well at least one and three, number two sorta but not as feely. Enjoyed the verse, reminded me of crummy snow, with your flow. As the flowers died out and snow came on down, withering all life in winters grasp as it hits each town.
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