Pictures

Reads: 129  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 3

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Ice cold droplets on rosebuds

fated to die under the first frost,

an untended garden lost in time,

a house blurred in the fog,

hours rushing to their swift end,

unopened books inviting dust,

a sun struggling pitifully to rise,

a moon declining its own light,

crystals shattered on old stones,

ashes gathering in misty winds,

all telling the bittersweet story

of a thwarted old love affair,

lost in the darkest folds of the mind.

 


Submitted: December 10, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Lizziewolf. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

benawriter

Hours rushing to their swift end, unopened books inviting dust - marvelous wording. Wonderful poem, sad as it is.

Fri, December 11th, 2020 3:16pm

Author
Reply

Thank you so much! Even sadness has its poetry... Love, Lizzie.

Fri, December 11th, 2020 4:57pm

DampKitten

You're an imagery master.

Sat, December 12th, 2020 4:37am

Author
Reply

Wow...thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:48pm

Spyguy

With sadness you paint but dreary the scene;
Though with your great talent, could brighten, serene!
With imagery fine, you could paint a sublime...
Bright sunscape picture to heighten, make climb~
Yes, you in your grandeur, a Picasso you’d paint;
If past hurts could dissipate, & lessen the taint?

Soar!!!

Sat, December 12th, 2020 8:28am

Author
Reply

Wow! Thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:40pm

Other Content by Lizziewolf

Miscellaneous / Adult Romance

Short Story / General Erotica

Book / General Erotica