Yesterday I shared one of my original short stories, and today I thought I would share one of my original poems. You see, poetry got me through some really, really hard times, like when my father suddenly died when I was 15. I’ve actually had a couple of poems published before, but I’ve ceased submitting them since. This particular poem that I’m sharing below; has never been seen by anyone except me.
TWIST is a poem that means a great deal to me, but like most poetry – I’m sure you’ll read a different (more personal) meaning into these words.
So without further ado…
By: H.R. Norrod
Tattered clouds drift over the virgin sun,
Pinning a stain on my soul like a rose on a gentleman’s lapel.
Though our love never fades,
Our bodies begin to wither away.
Memories twist and disappear.
You, I still know,
But you have forgotten me
As your sanity flees.
Now, I sit holding your hand,
Quivering and shaking in mine.
And I read,
Your letters to me from before.
When you remembered
And our love was new.
I dab away your tears,
Only to have you catch mine.
For a moment, it’s as if you remember too.