Liberated
into the haven
of a mausoleum
lies a dove deceived-
its tattered pinions
a reminder of
a pledge riven,
a reverie tainted,
an innocence
betrayed.
Save her.
Let the shadows
of her present
console with
saccharine lies,
warm her with
tinned caresses
of boughs
freshly severed-
a revival of
splintered promises
of a new day–
as verdant hues
decay to dust.
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This poem rings like the tolling of a bell in the distant ears of the dying.
Beautiful in the extreme. Chris.
There’s nothing to do. With your verses we dream. They are the best.
Beautiful and touching. “an innocence betrayed” – sadness in the real world.
I love this. 🙂 It’s been forever since I’ve had time for poetry.
😊 😊