Poetic Verses Cast On Angel of My First True Love
Poetic Verses Cast On Angel Of My First True Love
Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Red thorns set to bar her, from nights purely mellow
I her blinded witness, she a rose gleaming bright yellow
we stranded seekers, ignorant of life, its great dangers
lost in cavernous echoes, attended by ghostly strangers.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Hope fleeing as wherein her path broken rainbows fell
she innocent victim of Life, its many vicious hells
joining in her journey, a boy dying to be truly free
vows yet unspoken, twixt her soul and heart within me!
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
R.J. Lindley, July 22nd, 1975', 1st edited May 7th, 2020
2nd edit- May 12th, 2020.
Sad Rhyme, ( Under The Blanket Of Memory, Hurt, Pain And Loss )
Note: "marrows"
mar·row1
/'mero/
noun
plural noun: marrows
1.
a soft fatty substance in the cavities of bones, in which blood cells are produced (often taken as typifying strength and vitality).
Note: Only girl that I ever loved that also wrote true and heartfelt poetry...
Left seeking future mysteries, as Life and Hope both our hearts fled...
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