The Poetry Marathon

who will bring flowers

to our grave now

perhaps a bird will drop a seed or two

in early spring

where forget me nots will bloom where we lay

he said I was no spring flower

a sachet of potpourri

left on my bed

I smooth the wrinkled sheets

scarf threadbare

knotted and twisted

wafts of Chanel

from the black bin

his last meal decomposing

the rat dines wearing pearls

white butterflies

and confetti dance

on a warm’s summer’s day

bouquets and vows swirl

church bells chime with promises

a dragonfly lands nearby

hovers and we reach for her luck

to shower our journey to that destiny

of so many tomorrows

dumpster diver

closing the recycle bin

he knows her secret

trying on grandmother’s wedding dress

her curves hug mine wrapped in lace

the v neck exposes our hearts

her’s in the past but mine  now emerging

fragile and so full of love

take my hand and walk with me

lift this veil and toss it in the wind

unfettered I will soar wing to wing

with you my dear

you are not supposed

to stop loving me

aren’t we to last a while longer

sitting in rocking chairs

reminiscing and holding hands

kissing by moonlight

as it beams on our wrinkled brows

you are there still tucked in my heart

I saved a special place for you there

until we meet again in that other universe

will my love fade away

forget-me-nots in my garden

still sing the blues

abandoned house

weathered, worn

she sleeps now

dreaming of what was

striped of her outer coat

cracks and leaks

“tap tap, tap”

a woodpecker tries to awaken her spirit

but the old venetian’s left behind

do not open

her eyes to the world

remain closed

silver

can you see the sheen

on the coat of a silver tailed fox

or the cool handful of tinsel

on the Christmas bough

the Mexican ladies dangling from ears

.925 stamped on the small of her back

the weight of the drawer

laden  with mother’s and her mother’s silver

spoons and knifes and forks

the ones that you polish twice a year

and hope you haven’t missed a spot

silver plate ,sterling silver

is it the same I can never remember

I should know being my mother’s daughter….