Forget-Me-Not
Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtapose a white marble headstone,
and weighing heavy upon my heart
I play my violin all alone.
Looking out of place on the white rock,
a blue, as vivid as crimson blood,
rebuffs the paling pallor of death,
with a promise conveyed in its bud.
The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hew,
as callused fingers caress the strings,
lamenting the love I felt for you.
Grief resonates within every note,
sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks,
as I evoke dulcet memories
and grant my soul the comfort it seeks.
(Quatrain)
4/20/2017
|