Empty chairs at the table,
voices from the street that never call
here,
cold clocks mark
a time already been and without
Tomorrow,
you will look at the roses with red eyes and
you will think that
they only live a month and
you will steal its perfume for
an immense moment.
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ema
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This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
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Comments (4)
Love is fragile indeed, Ema. Well-dramatized.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!
So sad and beautiful. I could feel her pain.
Such a pity that lovely flowers die. But they are then reborn as the world spins and the seasons come and go. Such it is with us.