remembrance
she put smiles
in the palm of my hand,
curling my fingers
over it.
they weighed
like my
heavy heart,
bringing me
down
to my knees.
her face
held compassion,
and love.
she looked down
at me,
with apology
in her eyes,
as our lives
twisted and turned
into a fading dream.
I wanted to beg:
"Darling?
I am starving,
for your
real smiles.
not these,
made of thorns and thistles
not these,
born from weeds and bristles;
please,
spit out the spines
and give me a smile;
let the world
shine,
in your eyes."
she searched
my silence
intently,
let go of me
gently.
"I am going home,"
her silence spoke.
a breeze shook,
her snow-white ringlets,
buds and blossoms,
softly sighed,
a blue butterfly,
landed,
on my
cold heavy heart;
its wings
rose and fell;
twin
clinking of bells.
eyes closing...
breath leaving...
heart stopping...
with a guilty
twitch
of her lips,
my grandmother's soul
left the garden.
gone.
the butterfly
on my heart
stilled;
eternity came and went.
at long last,
their limbs perked up,
tasting
the sweetness,
of those smiles
in my palm,
slowly pumping
nectar,
into my
cold dead heart...
lub dub. lub dub. lub dub.
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoesíaWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
