To Be Recycled
By Gail. R
What was it that
Gave me away?
How did you know
That I could be broken
When I tried, so hard,
To hide it?
You said the words
I thought would save me.
Then took them back.
Smiling, always smiling,
You folded me, neatly,
stored me in your past.
An anecdote to amuse....
"Hey, remember so and so?"
You discarded me,
With yesterday's papers
And an old pair of shoes
On the rubbish pile of life.
copyright. Gail.R.
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A Dream?
By Gail. R
Blackness,
Dark and unyeilding
A wave of silken night
Pushing in on me.
I wait for you.
A tiny thread, silvery magic,
Binds us, links us,
Sensual steel.
An angels' kiss upon my lips
I know it's you.
And if I close my eyes,
Squeeze them shut and dream you,
you are here.
Exploding like a shower of stars.
The only light.
In my blackness.
Copyright Gail. R.
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| Please Dont Pick The Daisies
By Gail.R
The rose, an elegant flower,
Awaiting a crystal vase,
Eager to be on show,
To be seen.....
Until it's beauty fades,
It's petals fall, and
All that remains is the
Faint smell of perfume.
The orchid, proud, unique,
Cut only for a very special
Occasion, pinned,
Along with hhopes, upon
A formal gown....
Then discarded with
The left -overs,
Brown petals curled inward,
A memory of a memory.
Take these flowers,
Use their beauty to
enhance their own....
But please, leave the daisy,
Plain little wild flower,
Growing anywhere it fancies,
Surviving against the odds.
Please don't pick the daisies.
Copyright. Gail. R. 2001
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