How can it be

Eighteen yellow roses arrived today
The forth of September, with walnut tree
leaves Falling like snow, twirling to the ground
Nineteen years ago Rose arrived that may
The eighth of may, with black pekoe tea
Leaves twirling in my cup, spun my world around

Each year another yellow rose joined the spray
In our marriage we just grew more free
Under Each stone turned, more love we found
Each year another since our wedding day 
entwined together, she taught me how to be
Over my stone heart she always astound

Seventeen times that annual bouquet
September fourth, under the walnut tree
Under love lightened hearts we danced around
Twice she got stents and god, did I pray
For life without her I just could not see
Third time, no charm, left me gagged and bound

Sixteen weeks since she left this world, that day
The fourth September dying walnut tree
Dried yellow petals, weep dull lifeless sound
Eighteen yellow roses arrived today

17 thoughts on “How can it be

  1. I love the dance in this poem. The stones that turn, your stone heart, and the roses weaving their way through it all. And the final mysterious delivery to you, bound and gagged. Ah, such heartbreak. It’s truly lovely.

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  2. very elegant and poignant, and certainly, good use of the elements, in nature, and cultivated, to showcase/highlight the emotions – roses, yellow roses, walnut tree leaves, etc. all used with increasing effectiveness; the repetition throughout this piece also works to excellent advantage, and yet, there is a looping “closure” /resolution as well ~
    this certainly paints a very joyful/heartbreaking scene, image –
    and I don’t know if this based on a true story, personal or not, but it is definitely gripping

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  3. This is painful — with its repetitions and sepia-toned images, it appeals to the emotions of the heart. I find that ending very effective in evoking a response from the reader.
    It’s still a good feeling to know that those yellow roses arrived, continuing the ritual, suggesting a love that remains beyond the physical self.

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