Thursday, January 22, 2009

Poem 8

"Memory's Dare"

A rose resides
Flat on parched page,
Withered brown
By tears and age.

And the girl who gently
Pressed it there -
Resides far from the rose,
From it's luring dare.

1 comment:

  1. are you my long lost friend from brooksville?

    missing you through the years
    wondering what you are doing
    and if you would like to reconnect
    and remember some happy times
    when we were younger