Where love once lived
wounds grow sturdy trunks
Roots go deep, flowers soar to the sun
Here, sweet fruit once dropped. Now there’s rot
Clusters the pests and diseases to feast
From the dark, where they are lost,
tales come from a child’s storybook.
The fantasy lands past and present
collide in a new hope of peace
and a place of bliss.
Chinese Red String – Poem J K Leahy
A knot in a soft Chinese red string
The red string of fate cries too late
Too weak and futile to unravel
A mystery of discord heightens
As I hold on, you slowly unbind
Rapidly, becoming sand in my hand
Grains isolate and quickly fall,
allowing the world, a key to pry
An unspoken goodbye at dawn
Hugged a ghost, a pale wounded doe
Unease hung in air,
like unattached wallpaper
Muttering words “see you later’
Decapitated and torn in fray
Fog engulfed an anticipated day
The doe cuffed in disarray of sheets
Trapped in the tides of a hurt heartbeat
(This is only a part of a longer poem – but I hope you enjoyed these verses).
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