Corsage aka My Ridiculously Long Unfinished Poem
Rose, red, with a bed of delicate gold,
It’s the saddest thing I own.
In my hand’s creased fold I thoughtfully hold
A corsage of merry tone.
Though wilted, still the gilded leaves do shine,
Why thus do they smile on me?
Telling the heart of mine, of a better time,
Lest, I should happy be.
The petals do not fall, or roughly sprawl,
When they grow weak.
But each holds its place, with a subtle grace.
Perhaps our love was too meek.
Like these petals, and wire fine metals,
Love was loosely woven.
Too weak to abide, so I did divide,
Our dwindling emotion.
Thinking I was right, that horrendous night,
I told you I would quit,
And leave you thus. Without any fuss,
You sorrowfully did submit.
My arrogance peaked, your eyes must have leaked.
We spoke the following noon.
Still, you spoke calm, but not without a qualm,
Of a broken heart’s tune.
Separation grows longer, so I ponder,
What were times like before?
When we both wore a smile, and all the while,
My heart began to soar.
Do you remember near bleak December,
When you first learned my name?
When the world was cold and the day so old,
January fresh had came.
You, in your tailored shirt, did not hurt,
When I didn’t notice at all,
How you admired me, and wanted to see
If I would accept your call.
Do you still know in that season of snow,
When I first did unfold,
That note of mine that you, in love, did sign,
I treasured it like gold!
At your gesture, I felt self-worth and mirth,
Where I had felt alone.
When I laid in bed, you were in my head,
How good it is to be known!
It’s the saddest thing I own.
In my hand’s creased fold I thoughtfully hold
A corsage of merry tone.
Though wilted, still the gilded leaves do shine,
Why thus do they smile on me?
Telling the heart of mine, of a better time,
Lest, I should happy be.
The petals do not fall, or roughly sprawl,
When they grow weak.
But each holds its place, with a subtle grace.
Perhaps our love was too meek.
Like these petals, and wire fine metals,
Love was loosely woven.
Too weak to abide, so I did divide,
Our dwindling emotion.
Thinking I was right, that horrendous night,
I told you I would quit,
And leave you thus. Without any fuss,
You sorrowfully did submit.
My arrogance peaked, your eyes must have leaked.
We spoke the following noon.
Still, you spoke calm, but not without a qualm,
Of a broken heart’s tune.
Separation grows longer, so I ponder,
What were times like before?
When we both wore a smile, and all the while,
My heart began to soar.
Do you remember near bleak December,
When you first learned my name?
When the world was cold and the day so old,
January fresh had came.
You, in your tailored shirt, did not hurt,
When I didn’t notice at all,
How you admired me, and wanted to see
If I would accept your call.
Do you still know in that season of snow,
When I first did unfold,
That note of mine that you, in love, did sign,
I treasured it like gold!
At your gesture, I felt self-worth and mirth,
Where I had felt alone.
When I laid in bed, you were in my head,
How good it is to be known!