EDENBRAY ~ RETROSPECTIVE – 34

RED FLOWER

Originally written around 2009 and posted ~ shortly after – Re-posted ~ 31.12.2019 as part of an Edenbray Retrospective

… …

Red ♼ flower

☸  ☸  ☸  ☸  ☸  ☸

 I  cannot say how she came to me,

the surprise that took my breath.

The laugh, the smile, the younger style

of her fragrant heart.

Like a real daughter and not a son,

her name spells fun and makes me young

and we were friends it seemed as old as time,

no guilt, questions or lust,  just angel dust.

And she the angel who walks so cute

and me the old brute in wisdom’s suit.

We talked and made our chat

 as we rode the waves of this and that,

Of work, experience, the past.

of plans and hopes and dreams that last.

When suddenly a secret bird caused me to fear

death drew near and I heard its sound

it almost took me to the ground.

And listening to the sound of doves,

I knew this bird was born of love.

A love I knew could never be,

in spite of me, in spite of you.

A pain now gripped me deep inside

until my prayers caused me to see,

That love may live as pure as any dove

or birds that circle round our heads,

may still fly free above this place,

where now might only flowers grow,

while reaching high or stooping low.

☸ 

Flower red, I hold you free

as flowers  always, ought to be

☸  ☸  

                                                                           writtenbyedenbrayun-datedap2009/10

Re-posted31.12.2019

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#Authors note ~ I think I read somewhere that every man will fall in love at least twice in a lifetime – No one may truly choose who they fall for in matters of love or know the reasons, the whys and the wherefores or answer the why-nots and that is most certainly true!

All one can say is that love happens and I suppose how you deal with it, will either make for more or less happiness or sadness in some measure or circumstance to those involved – Love unrequited will bear its own regret and ask its own questions but at least we may draw round our hearts a few well-chosen words – these scribbles are mine and they will always belong to me!🌺

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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