A Rose for Sadness


lucidity of mother moon was hollow in fractured eyes
punished for constructing rust colored rainbows
tears slid on swollen cheeks carving a metaplastic frown
little porcelain doll imbued in a paragon
of perfect melancholy madness — stars reticent
inwardly, a paroxysm of rage and burning torment
held pregnant clouds in slow motion, begging for respite

I, a simple poet, watched without words
as she carved her name upon barren bloody earth
vanishing like a ghost in obsidian walls of night
the sound — beautiful misery — how it overtakes me
holding out a single rose, find myself drifting along

Copyright © 2018 – Brian Nettles. All Rights Reserved

Photo Credit: Pixabay (BarbaraALane)


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