DeVisualise Add Fave Search
Not Logged In
0
Your Username:
Your Password:

[ sign up | recover ]

Memoirs for Solace
by Kathmandu

previous entry: The Kitten

next entry: Frigatricadeca phobia

Death of a New Rose

02/19/2016

This poem I wrote 12 years ago, when friends lost their two-day old baby boy....

Death of a New Rose

I love you my new one.
Though I have only dreams now.
As the stillness crushes me
Through my tears I see the never things...
Read you your favorite book
Teach you to catch.
Laugh at your antics.
Your never first step...

I only held you for such a short time.
Though I stared into your closed eyes
I have nothing to know of you
Except your soft cry
The color of your skin
The new pout on your face.

I know now, more than any
What it is to be emptied
With the flood of my tears
I am emptied and scarred.

Should then, I have saved me the pain
Held my emotions in reserve?
What is love that has hardly a face
Only barely a touch
All held in a future that now
Will never be!

Love is not an easy thing.
To step into that circle
Has disaster lurking
Always and eventually.
But would I then not love?
Make a dry dessert in my heart?

The finest thing in my life
Are those whom I have loved
Poured out the feeling on....
Lavished my heart...
Some returned a part
Some for a time.
Some not at all.
This one, whose face I hardly knew
And of that face, who hardly knew me
I spun dreams and hopes.
Vistas from the mountaintops.
Now broken dream,
Lifeless and gone.
I stand where I can see plainly
How I have robbed from pain
Moments of joy

No, I have not been a fool
To give when I cannot withhold
Give what must be given
Loved each, not out of control
But understood the risk
And better yet, the reward.
I would live my life in the moments
That would otherwise be the wasteland
Watch the flower die before me
Then to never see it bloom.
I would not curse the desert rain
That makes from emptiness
Sudden burst; glories of life.
How would we know
Life's moments of pleasure
Without seasons of pain?



previous entry: The Kitten

next entry: Frigatricadeca phobia

0 likes, 1 comment

[ | add comment ]

Add Comment

Add Comment

Please enter the following WHITE digits in the box below.

Confirmation Code

Oh, dear. Hard to hear. I have a two-day old granddaughter! Yes, life has horrors strewn between the joys.

[bonnieR|0 likes] [|reply]

Diary added to your faves.
Online Friends
Offline Friends