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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Dear Dr. Phoebe,
Beautiful poem. Touching. Lovely.
Hope all is well,
Your friend and fellow blogger,
Richard
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Beautiful piece of poetry Phoebe…
You’ve been nominated for the
One Lovely Blogger Award. I wanted
to show my appreciation for all
the continued support since I
started my blog back in January! Hugs!
https://urbanpoetry2017.com/2017/05/17/one-lovely-blogger-award/
your words flow so effortlessly
Beautiful.