Parting Farewells Before the Forgotten are...

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



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  • 7 months ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Sharp and raw imagery. Painful. Thanks for sharing.

  • 7 months ago

    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,


  • 7 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    The imagery here is very beautiful that the loss tore my heart away. Great write, Ms. Blue.

  • 7 months ago

    by Em

    I really enjoyed this and Iknow there's a reason those words are in caps lock but for me it was off-putting.


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