Love, Fragile As A Flower
Renews With Time
crashing hearts on broken dreams
where lies become the truth
memories drip melancholy
when thoughts return of you
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reality, what you make it
the past, a world away
postpone tomorrows conflicts
live your life fully, today
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tears crash like waves, unyielding
fear drives like pouring rain
emotions raised for shielding
the lies creating pain
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salvation, an umbrella
protecting all that falls
the fragile gladiolas
stain, the stony garden wall
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the shield that guards the heart
fractured and sharply falls away
leaving just a tiny part
of the broken and decayed
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collect the shards remaining
bury safely in the ground
the tenderness containing
when loves season comes around
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
So deep, captivating and sincere. Your second stanza reminded me of a Leon Redbone song, "Save Your Sorrows For Tomorrow".
Geez Kelli, this is GORGEOUS. I was instantly hooked and enchanted with that first stanza! 😍
Such powerful, heart/soul/mind-bending turns of phrase, possibly understood in a thousand different ways, each one of them true. E.g., "when lies become the truth"--is that we come to believe the lies we've been told? is it that which we never could believe would be true, perhaps which we never intended to be true, has either now revealed itself as actually true or has only now been realized & become true? or something else altogether. The fourth stanza: salvation, an umbrella protecting all that falls the fragile gladiolas stain, the stony garden wall I have read this over & over in so many different ways, each of them revealing their own emotion & truth. Umbrellas are not intended to protect all that falls but rather that which is beneath from all that fall. But why could they not be seen in such a way, from the perspective of those which fall from up above, breaking their fall, gentling their passage to the earth? Who or what are the fragile gladiolas & are they the ones who stain the stony garden walls? Is it the rain? Some combination of both? And what is that stain? I have no idea. I could come up with a thousand answers, not one of which would be as you intend, yet each & all potentially true. You hold me there with this shower of words & cadence, unable to express what any of it means, even as you have just done so with plaintive elegance. The shield that guards the heart, is what shatters, falling sharply to the ground. Yet it is also the heart which has been hardened, steeled against the pain, until that pain prevails & the heart breaks, falling to the ground with this love that has died, waiting, 'til in season's time it is born anew. Beautiful, powerful, whelming, evocative.
This is just a wonderful poem , thank you for sharing it 🥰
Beautiful poem.
A beautiful comparison that perfectly expresses the fragility of love while also highlighting its work and heartbreak.
Nice one 💖✨😉