ROSEMARY
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember.”
remember me
when you least
expect it
in the scent
of rosemary and
the red of eyelid
closed to the sun
and I will
remember you
scrawled
in cursive on
forearm in the
tender spot
where the sun
never reaches
isn’t that
what we all
want?
the best parts
of us to stay alive
in the hearts of
those we love
our words
remembered
hummed like
lullaby
tasted like
salvation
BE CONTENT
with sunlight
through kitchen window
the recorded
sounds of violins and wine
from a stemless glass
with a smudge
of lipstick on the rim
understand every gift
at your fingertips
is hard earned
and the loneliness created
that too
is what you invited
be not disappointed
with each gift
you have wrought
in an attempt to surrender,
seclude to kitchen table
ask the weight on
shoulders to retire
enjoy a glass of wine
and solitude
let the music
move from neckline
to fingertips
as it always has
as it always will
SONG
we spoke
music
my strings
his hands
we mourned
together
in song
it
wasn’t
love
It was
sadness
sprawled in
in sonata
it was
a friend
wrapped
in minuet
a tender
tune easily
forgotten
he was
the
composer
I was
the
instrument
DRAGONFLY
you are brilliant
in the sunlight
a flourish of
wings and things
misunderstood
I am not a
playmate
I only want
to watch you
sparkle
I only want
a little bit
of your reflection
the ability
to see what
you are
I am in awe
nothing more
I tremble
and blush at
the sight of you
so quick
so colorful
PETALS
Watch petals fall;
red velvet fades
into nostalgic refrain,
the crush and call
of time wilting.
Caress piano keys
to offer comfort;
enchant the
silence.
Listen for the
scents of rose water
and honeyed suckle.
Blue eyes can’t
reflect new bud.
This simple
sight is lost
on toughened skin.
With the promise
of morning melody
petals are scattered
on black and white keys
and hardwood floors.
They will not return
to perfect bloom;
only remembered
as illusive tune.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katrina Kaye is a writer and educator seeking an audience for her ever-growing surplus of poetic meanderings. She hoards her previous published writings, links to publications, and additional information on her website: ironandsulfur.com. She is grateful to anyone who reads her work and in awe of those willing to share it.
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