Chrysanthemum

by Maple Tree   Sep 30, 2017


and she was....

nothing but bitterness
upon his tongue, a lie
gone unnoticed and a voice
in the echo he refuses to hear.

A simple melody upon a broken violin,
orchestra out of tune, as the lights dim...

her final curtsey leaves him speechless
as the pipe burns upon her fingers;

He watches her fall upon a full moon
and to him she becomes a shooting star-

her eyes catch a glimpse of what used
to be,
as she feels the fire burning below.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Tara-Kay

    Andrea, What I love about the way you write, is your ability to tell a story, to make us feel every word and emotion. This is no exception, such a beautiful but sad piece.
    What a brilliant write as always.
    Tara-Kay x

  • 2 months ago

    by S s...

    There is some conversation going on in the thread potf between Ben and David.

    This poem is an answer to that conversation - a poem should be like this.
    There is beauty, sadness, connection just everything in one single piece.

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, such a sad write. So much longing in this-hugs for you-

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea

    Such a beautiful piece, with a thread of a saddening melody

    Much love
    Michael x

  • 2 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    There will always be a fire. Above or below it can not be canceled out by thought. A fire is but a thirst and a thirst ultimately requires quenching.

    Fantastic poem

    Favorite deffo

    Craig

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