How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

A single rose

A single rose atop the piano keys

Who could it be for

It is for the love I long for

It is for the woman whose words

Is music to my heart

It is for the woman that bore my child

It is for the woman that carries a tune

That inspires me to carry on

A single rose atop the piano keys

Who could it be for

It's for the woman who stands by my side

When no one else will

It's for the woman that allowed me

To join her life

It's for the woman that I want

As my wife

A single rose atop the piano keys

Who could it be for

I must proclaim that rose belongs to

YOU.....

ANTHONY HARRIS

Broken and Faded

Old and faded cracked and peeled,

Tears I cry from the loss I feel.

I had gotten over it, so I thought,

But the keys tell a story of the pain I fought.

She used to play. Sometimes in the wee hours of the morn.

Heartache, misery, telling of life, death, and the day the world was born.

She was old, some said older than the hills and valley where she lived,

But she gave everything her poor old heart would give.

A yellow rose for the memory of an old woman whose star shone bright,

A life of greenery for doing everything just right.

A stem for the faith when she played her gospel songs,

Goodbye, Great, great, Granny. Time to go home.

© Cynthia Clark

Не вижу больше я цветов,

Лишь только музыка тревожит,

Когда все двери на засов,

А память только плач итожит.

Когда всех желтых роз привет

Осколком от звезды печальной,

Когда под фокусом кювет

Вблизи от надписи наскальной.

Когда избушка,а не дом,

Когда рвань-месть по следу скачет,

А камни истин за углом,

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