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by Clara Mae GregoryOn a stone,she sits stoically.
The Hollyhocks host the cattleya
that shelter the stone bench.
Her secrets scent the solitude.
The tears are finally quenched.
Emptied wounds fade her sorrows
into a sea of virile visions.
His soulful hands touch and soothe
yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Her wrinkled love
will always find
harbour in his hug
and the softness of his lips.
His sun will always dry her rain. 06/06/2011 Author's Note: don't know what to title this one yet
Posted on 06/06/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by James Zealy on 06/06/11 at 10:31 PM Its quite pensive and hopeful, which is a very good thing. Whomever the he is, start there for the title. I am you are going to receive inspiration for the title. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/08/11 at 01:48 AM ... nice..... |
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