A Valentine’s Day Poem 2

  The empires we built With hand, heart and lips And the one room we couldn’t fill With the confluence of my little passengers To your little planets And in our twilight we will look back Fondly at our crumbling exteriors And wonder why A little tumbling ball of cells Was beyond any sky or…

Valentine’s Day

A day of love, roses enclosed in little bouquets Or greens, or on their own, in red and yellow, Thorn-less for the grip of a lover. A smooth surface to hold, preludes to confluences; And lovers, needing to be little passengers Of a celebration, making scarlet moments Sink deep into memory bed. Yet, Valentine’s day…

Unconditionally Yours

The greatest joy Is to love and be loved To make each other’s histories What can never be erased By conspiracies of time or fate Love that blooms on a bed of life And rises to conquer every fragment of hardship Perpetuating in spite of prickly thorns A red rose with petals That typifies love…

Unsold Rose

Like a rosette of weary red petals On a Valentine’s rose – left behind At a florist’s window…….. A woman’s trinity of petals That converges to man, in gaze, liplock and love Wilts to the forces of nature Until all that is left behind  Is a tear too many And a smile too rare