Remnants
I mapped onto my body so I might always be lost.
― Traci Brimhall
Lost its bloom...
Only one dark iris
Remains of June.
It stands forlorn
bereft of petals,
I lift it to my lips
And kiss the stubble.
It seems dramatic
This gesturing
Perhaps a pledge
Of faith in spring;
But I hope when I
Have lost my sparkle
You'll still see yourself
In these dark scribbles.
As always, a beautiful poem closes the night, @johnjgeddes! With the passage of time, in the world and in us, only traces remain. Intact, complete and without cracks we will never be again. As an incomplete flower abandoned on the way, so are we! Shedding daily, seeking to immortalize the beauty of spring in us. Beautiful night.
Thank you, Nancy. you are right - as time goes by we become sacred ruins - as Marty Rubin writes, “Ruins are the cathedrals of Time.”
By distance you and I are away by other half of our glove. I have started the morning with your poem. Got good vibes
Hoping for more such posts @johnjgeddes . I am very new to this art of penning down the feelings .Hope I will get tips from you in future
Thnx
Thank you. I noticed you didn't vote. I usually don't even respond to those who don't vote, but since you asked for advice, here it is: ex nihilo, nihil fit. I know your reputation is low and you just began, but start out right - always vote for a post you support, and you may get support in return
As you see I am new to steemit joined just 1day ago. Thank you so much @johnjgeddes
Wow beautiful poem....!
Beautiful word nice dear
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Wow nice post
Black eyed Susan’s are a staple of where I grew up so this poem spoke to me. Well written, snaps!
~ Mako