Poetry: The Color Periwinkle

There the ghostly petal lay,

upon the cracked cement floor.

 

Its beauty leeched,

its form withered,

its soul lost,

gone, beyond repair.

 

The last petal

of the last rose

of the last whisper

of goodbye.

 

And then he,

like the periwinkle petal,

was gone.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: