“Yesterday, the final petal curled its soft lure into bone,” from Corpse Flower by Vanessa Angelica Villarreal

They say I yearn for you in the hush of early dawn
to gather pieces of a memory
long lost,

if only I could paint ignorance
lend grief carelessly to a passing cloud
savor a moment
or two of the deafening loud.

Here lies what could have been a life
untold
here the sun and shadow
whisper promises of renewal and bond,
and though the pain rises back to the surface
I hold back tears
convinced that snow would melt away
all my doubts and fears.

I held a rose,
its petals soft and reassuringly red
you are heartbeat
you are taste of storm
embedded deep into the conscience of winter,
you are reflection
that gazes back at me from the walnut mirror.

 

A tribute to my identical twin sister 🌹

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Posted for ‘Bits of Inspiration’ @ Real Toads

 

And on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Poets Pub