Recent Poems

Deterioration

The summer ended in the hallowed fall.
Beneath our noses, you became a rose,
With petals withered worse than we recalled,
And thorns of hate that sharpened in the snow.

The garden-keeper never said a word,
So no one knew your stalk became a staff,
And everybody knew it was absurd
To make a joke, to carry on, to laugh.

Admission in the form of shears beguiled
Your precious face and mind so calm, so sweet,
And all the while, as the gardener smiled,
You fell into the pit of True Deceit.

And there I was; I saw the Act of Pain.
I didn't shed a tear in fear you'd see.
I wept beneath the cover of the rain
And hoped that God would hear my quiet plea.

But you don't need the weight of my distress
And everything I've said might be untrue.
But truth be told, I'll stay here nonetheless.
I'll stay, my dear. Tonight I'll stay for you.