Russian Roulette

by Maple Tree   May 14, 2019


Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with
midnight, the eyes
can't gaze upon
skeletons disguised
as flowers and I have
only a pocket full of
snowflakes.

I play Russian roulette
with the sun because
its more dangerous
to dance in the rain-
people can read my
mind when covered
in tears, and I'd rather
burn the memories;

watching them turn
to ash....

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  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    Damn Andrea, blown away! Your writing is always breathtaking...hugs you-

  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Left speechless this is an amazing piece one of your best indeed. Hugs and best wishes Milly x

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    I dont know how many time I’ve read this!! You always come up with images that blow the mind!
    “Skeletons disguised as flowers” this reminded me of a line in a song “Dust don’t turn to flowers”. Just that line though, but both keeps lingering in my mind!! Skeltons cant be something as beautiful as flowers, and so does the dust. They both hold a strong meaning :)
    I love this, I like the opening and I love how it ended!!

  • 4 months ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    I did not expect that at all … like … im honestly speechless … when I think of you and nature I see happiness and joy … but here its like power!! that second stanza is one of the best ive read in a long time it took me by surprise and I was just so wowed by it.

    Russian roulette … never would I have guessed this genius

  • 4 months ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Wow, a breath of fresh air!! A little sad though. Finally, you fleed out of your nest of single themes ( BIRD), no matter how wonderful those pieces of yours were. Here you're not only exhibiting how seasoned you are as a poet and as a person, but you're also showing how resilient and versatile your soul is.
    There are so many happy places that that wonderful BIRD of yours could be set free in the deep garden of your poetry.

    • 4 months ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you my sweet Mr Swan, hugs you!

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