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Flores Fade

by Walter Jones (Age: 67)
copyright 10-22-2007


Age Rating: 16 +

She is my loving Fountain
Mountain of pride inside the whispers

Neck in rectitude she lays
Peck of inspiration on a shack burned red
Wear your heart pleading a ripple in wave

Pair of understanding on a shade of gray
Tempt love iatrical remover of embers in light
Lent a promise in harbor of night
Scrub from black in soul

Dub a ritual so clear
Execute the messenger

Flute as if not here
Harp in constant sorrow
Part a sea in pure flight

Just as she comes forward
Lust of the siren tonight
Worth every thing owned
Birth gift replied

Know value rest in hearts with pride
Throw out he bath water

Left baby iatrical
Cleft aster marks of souls go full
Grope a body worth taking

Slope the slippery hide
Fleece of all your yearning
Peace when time abides
Decease a resistance to wanting

Last in angels to wing
Fast a coming nightmare
Hours to bring in a sing
Flowers lay open to viewing

Dove floats upon a sky
Above angels are singing

More of the answer why
Core of a soul melts in heaven
Heart of hope stays to pray

Part of the message is left here
Cheek rest forever in last we lied
Speak of dawn early light upon a sky pure
Crow at the wonder of lovers still here

Row a fast on bombard of flight in a cloud
Corpse of never ending leaves the body proud

Flores fade into remember as lightening pays its dues
Note of the gifts replace in hallo news
Float bread on the cannon of rides

Thirst calls a hunger burning inside
Curst are the ages for time spend past
Strife leaves the body in everlasting cast
Rife a passage to the other side

Ears capture a message through the hurt and pride
Tears fall into wells of quest left to be

Dodge a falling arrow in a bloodless sea
Lodge of the sparrow on a hill passing fine
Height of her mountain drops to meet mine

Sight of her body in glory lights up a sad heart
Every dreamer comes to be a part
Lovers oh lovers
Stay but to repent

Sent from the hours
Of love lent






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        11-04-2007     Walter Jones        

Roger thank you for sharing this write with me, so special it was, I am glad you stopped and watched it unfold, greatly appreciate your time and words.. Walt

        11-04-2007     Roger Crique        

I grappled with this one for a while, reading it again and again. But I couldn't put it together, until I realized that this is a compilation of thoughts, images and feelings. Then, I read it again and I let it sink in. Then is became clear to me and I liken it to an old black and white movie being projected on a white wall . The flickering light of the projector hypnotized me as the movie rolled and then I heard the unmistakable sound of the projector's teeth picking up the movie. Lots of powerful imagery here, lots of sounds and visual effects. The title, "Flores Fade" is indicative of withering memories but not necessarily forgotten ones. This poem is a journey into the mind of person whose deep and passionate relationships have left in him a canyon of memories and delights, as well as deep sorrow and pain. And to be able to sit back and reflect on the memories and lives lived is definitely a blessing in disguise! AWESOME!



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