ALL THOSE I FELT & TOUCHED ; An Anthology

📝 In Love with a Traveling Poet 💐

The speckled pages
with dog-eared edges
nestled in the arms
of a worn leather cover,
with careful cursives
on coffee-stained pages
etched with ink
are the days to remember.

In each page rests
a dried flower petal,
brittle, and clad
in colors of summer.
Behold, there lies
an island Rose,
and the sunshine hues
of Wild Marigolds.
A delicate crown
of Baby’s Breath,
bears the incense
of girlhood’s innocence.
I thumb through the relics
From the time I was in love,
with the tell-tale eyes
of a travelling poet.

It was a day in balmy midsummer
when he sailed ashore,
I was a naïve island-girl
lost in his hazel-eyed storm.
I watched, as the wildest bogs
winked with will o’ the wisps,
his eyes showed me
the strangest sights
of woods where Bluebells bloomed.

In his odes, he marveled
at my ebony-skinned grace,
his words breathed
beauty and bliss
to scars, I forever hid.
in dusks, when the sky bade adieu
to sunset’s somber flames,
he used to bring
a single flower
to adorn my simple braid.

A teardrop takes
the winding path
down my wrinkled cheeks,
blurring the sight
of the final page,
where a lonesome white Lily dwells.
The faded petals,
the faint fragrance,
the forgotten trace,
of a tale so old.
I gaze through a haze
of gathering tears,
at the sad Lily blossom
trapped in time,
and whisper a poem,
an unfinished verse,
for a love too whole,
in a world so flawed.

- Amanda Lopez 🥀-