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Thorns
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Life
I saw you today,
as you thoughtfully gazed over the balcony
to the tidy rows in the garden below,
all the varieties of flowers and herbs
fenced high with rose vines.
Just beautiful...
but thorns prick memories
and you drew blood.
Our old house through the pines
held quiet solitude for us and ole' Bleu
where once in warm harmony and love there had lived two
It was a place to laugh, love and write songs.
Now it's become a waiting place
of all night sipping vigils;
the street is now filled with ghosts,
and I must also drink of this cup.
It's a bitter thing to live as a refugee.
I am the redolent breeze from the forest, the roses in the garden...
I just can't deal with this side of life.
I want to come home.
as you thoughtfully gazed over the balcony
to the tidy rows in the garden below,
all the varieties of flowers and herbs
fenced high with rose vines.
Just beautiful...
but thorns prick memories
and you drew blood.
Our old house through the pines
held quiet solitude for us and ole' Bleu
where once in warm harmony and love there had lived two
It was a place to laugh, love and write songs.
Now it's become a waiting place
of all night sipping vigils;
the street is now filled with ghosts,
and I must also drink of this cup.
It's a bitter thing to live as a refugee.
I am the redolent breeze from the forest, the roses in the garden...
I just can't deal with this side of life.
I want to come home.
sometimes going home is to
sometimes going home is to hard to bare,the nemories over run our thoughts
ghosts of times past come back to haunt us
hope you are well
ron parrish
Hi Ron
I'm okay..going to ER...stuff...
Thanks for your visit.
Poems all muse...not me.
Hahaha
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
you`re welcome,,take care of
you`re welcome,,take care of your self
i went to dr last week,got bloodwork,9 viles
set me up for a colonostimy ,hope nothing comes out bad
prostate swollen up pretty good
ron parrish