Beneath The Jacaranda….

Down the stairs
Up the cobbled road
Past the over-grown brambles
And beneath the jacaranda
Where incomplete stories linger on…

Journeys made
Paths not taken
Goodbyes not uttered
A doorway waiting
For the traveller who wont return

A painted sunset
Gossamer dreams
The first promise of spring
Hidden beneath old snow
Never to be retrieved

On a silent night
When the stars spin yarns
And the inky darkness sighs
The stoic jacaranda
Sometimes weeps for the stories that linger on…

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. IW
    Apr 20, 2007 @ 14:49:59

    The stoic jacaranda
    Sometimes weeps as the stories linger on…

    Some punch line that. Liked it immensely. Nice and simple.

    Reply

  2. A.Friend
    Oct 09, 2008 @ 20:49:40

    Wow…What a wonderful piece…I enjoyed reading this one very much.

    Reply

  3. Scarlett
    Oct 10, 2008 @ 22:27:06

    Thank you for dropping by and for liking the poem,

    Reply

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