Poem – “Burned Leaves, Treasured Flowers” – Romance – 10/4/2020

Like a rope,
Your head is sunk
Deep into the well of suffering.
I can lift you
From stillness to reprieve,
Where your wings can extend,
To reach the end
Of your sleep.

On the edge
Of disbelief,
Grief still clings
To the shelter that brings
Emotion and false pledges
That mounts a flag
Upon your unannexed form
In the wind.

What will
Loosen you, from your weathering
Arms in the dead summer?

What can
Bleed your irises to fullest fall
Where winds can taste the petals,
Though burn the leaves?

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