My Poem


Posted on June 13, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press




Jon Presco

Copyright 1999


Remember when it was her turn
to be brave
How she reveled in her chance
to play
in the dance of the sunsets

How wild her eyes
in this juggling act
Full of sea-set waves
of her hand
that withdrew every dove
from your reluctant heart

What she did with your promises
stacking the old moments on edge
Daring you now
to recognize your life without her
Becoming afraid of her.

The new promises made
met with a hush
in the coming night
in the failing light
she came for her victory kiss
No more conjuring ways
all the doves
were asleep in her arms

From the land
a warm breeze
wrapped her long hair
around your embrace
while the new rumor
and web play
refrains of whispering strings
touching the back of your neck
Now afraid for her.

For we have all lost
the best things owned
The longest memories are made
in the dance of the broken sunsets
And perhaps brave?
Who alone would know
Being afraid
with her

About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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