There was a time when you mattered
The last bloom
On the Rose of Sharon
Of
The
Season
In which your spirit did not survive
Another fall
Falls near
As the sky
Or a petal from a poppy
Or a child of God
Did you really believe that?
That there was a time when it mattered
The way beauty fell away to reveal something more beautiful and terrible but toxic
But time
It mattered
Because it was yours
The lost blossom
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December 29, 2015 at 10:28 am
slpmartin
The end of the year seems to engender much reflection of life.
December 29, 2015 at 12:39 pm
medicatedlady
Perhaps too much reflection, if there is such a thing. These are weighty days.