Scarlet #10 Poem a Day

[Tinker]

Scarlet

Our secret slumbers
deep as the scarlet
of a rose, wrapped
in the velvet cloak
of time.

What was
but could not be
remains hidden
beneath cultivated soil.

Yet memories
of stolen moments past
ignite white-hot
in flushed dreams still.
----- -- Judi Van Gorder

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[fdelano]

This one spoke to me, Tink. As do many others, I think, I keep my passed loved ones in memory, visiting often with precious times.

[Tinker]

Thanks for reading Frank, I was afraid this might have begun a little swarmy but it did go where I wanted it to go.

 

~~Tink