fleeting

He who lacks knowing,
she was remembered as Forget-Me-Not.
The blue-rose charmer
never reached eternity,
properly named scorpion grass
and burned in his lake of fire.

*originally written and posted 1/9/2017

Posted on 01/10/201801/09/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged anxiety, depression, dreamscapes, listening well, love, suffering, this writing life

5 thoughts on “fleeting”

janowrite says:

01/10/2018 at 9:18 am

Really fine, thoughtful words – so glad you shared this.

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emotionsoflife2016 says:

01/10/2017 at 9:18 pm

Wow, powerful

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Stella Carousel says:

01/09/2017 at 9:21 pm

Lots of great imagery in this!

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  01/10/2017 at 6:23 am
  
  😄💛
  
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  1. Stella Carousel says:
    
    01/10/2017 at 6:34 am
    
    🙂
    
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