Once within an ivy nook, There lay within a book, A flower pressed away. Old and fragile, Gold with age, Placed within a page, To conjure an emphasis, A moments bliss. An hour of the heart, A faded flowers part, To enchant and decant, In rapture reminisce, The forgotten kiss.
Sy, This is a lovely little poem that you have pulled out of your files. It makes me wonder how many poems you have written and all the treasures that have not yet been shared with others. This is beautiful. Love ya, Liz
Corinne, A beautiful comment thank you Corinne. Betty, Only the diary of my mind, thank you Betty. Devina, I have many flowers pressed away, but not in a book. thank you. Coegwyr, Thank you very very much.
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
When I was in high school, my "then" high school sweetheart put a leaf in a book to remind her of me....I think it was poison ivy.
All joking aside Sy....this is a wonderfully written poem....I wish I could delve into the world of seriousness some...but I got this affliction (guess it's a little red guy with horns and a pitch fork)that just kinda takes over whenever I get started seriously...You truly have the heart and mind for the real good stuff.....
on the threshold of a dream
Severn, I enjoy your wit your creative mind and your little impish ways, *L* Sy Toe, You have a wonderfully devious mind. And to me a likable fellow. I'll have to get mike to soften up on you a little. Your friend Sy Suthern, Love your good humor and comments. *L* Sy
I can either form a note refering to what others quote or I can say that this poem is wise because i know the feeling but what I didn't realize that your words brings back a lost thought wrapped up in my memory cloth Very nice the way you decribe the forgotten kiss.
The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.
Pepper, Saw your picture to and you make a handsome couple. Thanks for the read and comment on the poem. *L* Sy Sunshine, Thanks for the enthralled. *L* Sy Helmut, Very nice comment, Thank you for the read.
Glen Hope, PA USA
There within the yellow pages Lay a single rose Aged to brown, and meaningless Or some would just suppose But to her tender, loving heart The flower meant so much For in it's fragile petals Lay the memory of his touch The book, it held the contents Of laughter and of tears Represented by a single rose That weathered countless years