of little purple flowers

For Kerry's Sunday Challenge #1

 

Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year

 

memories of you  , I

 

surrounded in the comforts of spring

 

warm and pastel light

 

a beginning

 

we lay within those purple flowers

 

I never knew the names of

 

pink blossoms slipping from the sky 

 

like the snow thought left behind

 

 

 

 

secrets

 

how they burn within  

 

yours ravaging the soul

 

your hidden heart torn

 

the words you couldn't say 

 

and your bed of novels   

 

how your dreams floated on others words 

 

and you wished , and wished ,  and wished

 

that somehow  ,  I was the one  

 

  

 

 

I lay on the rock by that tiny lake  

 

my eyes closed

 

and you tickled my ear

 

"wake up you beautiful man"

 

in your delicate hand , a blue feather

 

you wearing a sunny halo

 

the gulls circled and called in the sky

 

you curved your body over mine 

 

 

 

 

I lay awake at night

 

eyes staring back into the black  

 

trying not to remember

 

and it's raining

 

I think of you crying

 

tears you were never afraid of

 

buried in loneliness

 

and I swing at the night

 

reality crushing 

 

with no goodbye

 

your final gesture

 

 

 

 

and now ,

 

I walk along this shore

 

under the struggling sun

 

and I hear a cry

 

on the wings of a gull

 

remembering your face to the sea

 

and little purple flowers

 

here , alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

m***********s...
all of you today..
this gave me bad nausea and bad memories..this was the KR disappearnce just done better and more poetic and draped in royal purple...

what the f**k can I say? "The sadness is overwhelming" Blah blah f*****g blah. Its not even something you can talk about because its a living thing in the room fueled on tears and shadows.


A plus you savage...a f*****g plus

[Sukriti Suki]

oh my god. This is magnificent. The flow, words emotion is just perfect. I felt pulled in as I was reading. Happy to have read this.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This is beautiful. The beautiful memories with the crushing pain of reality.

[Lilly Negoi]

sometimes the smallest of things can trigger an avalanche of feelings and memories - nothing more than a sound or a feather, and our personal time machine runs backwards, taking us within ourselves to places we've been before...and then we're mere witnesses of how our souls wander in a roller-coaster along our own feelings...

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

That are those special things that bring back memories, and those special places where a piece of our heart always stays. Great poem my friend.