Fall Alone

Fall Moon 2013 ©Sharon Rose

This ‘Golden’, moon of falling

So beHolden, ageing &blurry

she is Bolden, most of calling

in the fall, flowers bury.

 

In waiting, prayer a calling

Spinning, waiting no hurry

she is Golden, sits stalling

in the fall, leaves scurry

 

ego ‘Holden’, nearly appalling

mind racing, winding flurry

she is Golden, not enthralling

in the fall, heart is in ‘fiery

 

This ‘Golden’, Moon of falling

lips kissing, a tasting’ curry

she is ‘Golden’, still NO lolling

in this fall, she is spurry

 

no ‘Mate to embolden, Moon is falling

dearheart missing, others too surly

she is ‘Golden’, at coast my da’lling

in this fall, too heartfelt too scarry

 

In pacing, this life too petrifying

dearheart missing, forever been early

she is ‘Golden’, toasting& scarring

fall, praying, your search, will miscarry

Love Was, Oh Too Soon To Be!

May 17th to July 30 2011

From the moment I glance

at your picture, it was, Silver

waves mousse hair, smooth

exact very handsome. Not 

my six foot list and my

profile out the window, just

because; Oh, Jesus I thought

we had a talk he has no job,

not even an income!

Your voice I heard through

the phone, my heart melts.

As we set our first meeting,

our hearts still rapidly beating,

Riding, grilling, romantic,

music, and emotions svelte.

Exciting &comforting, laughs

and images, almost adoring.

Annuls by voluntary

comatose, love was

Oh, too soon to be.

Similar losses although

not, understanding the pain

came. Tearful tragedy

of his being he shares,

her cowards escape.

Unknowing  pain she

leaves a black gift,

to him secrets forever

left the same, Our

conversations are banter,

our words fumble under

her black drape! Old

nick trick left wounds,

and an old ghost; in his

heart everlasting scrape!

 

2013 

Two years later, people

change, sad sad sad,

forward not backward.

Too forward for me now,

no rebounds for you,

seemed still in comatose.

Nothing can be done,

he is ever left the same.

Even banter is now

out of line, still a lady

but the gent has left

the land. So you have

no old friends: just too

fast for me. Getting old

I suppose. Sorry I un-

friended you, it is just

too much for me to even

leave the house! I don’t

Good luck, sorry for your

loss and I know you will

always miss her. You

were finally ready, but

I was not. You seemed

to change. Not a Gent.

 

 2014

More than a year passes.

You pop up on the net!

Still You say the Gent;

has returned! Excited,

you offer to meet. A

different man you say.

Well it is true. As I

had to decompress too.

Both of us are new.

Renewed, see you

very soon…OKAY!

Yes, he is new. No

longer comatose. And

he is loving his life.

Even getting blessed

at his work. It is all

good. Friends with

possibilities. We will

see. (No, he is free!

for me. Cannot wear

anything on his right

hand. Falls off. No muscle,

in a right finger.)

Yes this is you.

Can you be true.

player, player?

Love the music?

You do too!

Wow, Wow, Wow.

Free to be us…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was inspired from a friend whose fiancee had committed suicide. I guess I could see his case better than hers at the time.