Published by: Angel Monique Candelaria
Date published: November 02, 2022
Time published: 12:20 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Elegy
'Twas the grey summer night of July;
I recalled how petals cascaded into the void,
unbeknownst—as your lullabies echoed in red,
as my sorrows ate my regrets,
I yearned to meet you again.
These vines kept crawling in my niche,
A serpentine tale of woe swarmed up to my amorphous core,
I heard an aphonic blare;
Blasted my aerial heed—
Made me crave for your cloudy jaunt.
The silhouette of your spine succumbed
and forsook the psyche of my hobbledehoy body;
I assiduously dreed our fractured hourglass—
and cherished the daydream of phoenixes;
A forlorn zeal of our symphony.
I lurched to the swing of eonian bloom,
Deemed the presence of the gloomy doom,
I felt athirst to the warmth of your balmily sways—
When the rugged hopes you forlorn fell to bits;
As the breeze conflated with my boisterous needs.
A woebegone afterworld wouldn’t look so doleful,
If our paths would collide under the crimson woods.
We would utter silence; a quietness—so loud, to disclose the secrets of the galaxies.
So, as the rubies bloomed, we would dance
at the horizon and polish our unsung tunes.
Photo by: Maureen Millare
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