Публикувано от: bogpan | юли 8, 2019

mourning brooch, a poem

Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” William Shakespeare, Macbeth



the memories have little substance
they flit and fly, pollen on the wind,
like the quick passing of a joyful birth,
the school years, the sweet trysts ~
a waving bridal veil . . .

. . . the way your love drained you of your dreams
just to fill yourself with him

. . . . . the epitaph of tears

only when yesterday becomes a story,
once upon a time, do memories
become memorial, a mourning brooch
forever warm upon your breast

© 2013, Jamie Dedes


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  1. Thank you, my friend. ♥️🌹

  2. My pleasure!


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