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by BlueJay Jun 27, 2017
Jasmine no longer goes in my tea
the way champagne no longer sits
on the counter waiting for something,
anything, to celebrate instead of
All the flowers in the backyard
have withered and faded away
while the clouds slowly melted
from angel feather white to
lonely prisoner's shades of
There's something remarkable
about the way trees change from
green to rainbows of warmth and
death, like my best and only friend,
last October when she, a coursing river,
decided to dry up and crumble
by stormingdance (Jessica)
Sharp and raw imagery. Painful. Thanks for sharing.
by Ben Pickard
This poem genuinely turned me cold and, as far as I am concerned, is one of the best I've read from you.
All the best,
The imagery here is very beautiful that the loss tore my heart away. Great write, Ms. Blue.
I really enjoyed this and Iknow there's a reason those words are in caps lock but for me it was off-putting.
by CJ Maleney