When life’s a lot of thorns without a rose

When life’s a lot of thorns without a rose


The  longest  moment  Hangs
in slow motion in a dusty picture frame
Its brass tacks pin it down
Like cornerstones up on a Wall ―

Gathered memories lay bare ;
a frozen ache chiseled in stone

Love can build a bridge

Love can burn it down
to ashes
on some rocky shoal

Smoke on the water
seeping far down into the cold
deep waters flow .

Silence aches
frozen in the sum of an unspoken voice ―
a deeper understanding shapes
pleasure and denial

When life’s a lot of thorns
without a rose


written by: h.a. rivers © ... 4am ... 11/18/2017