Here lie the sweet, arrested buds

scorched by a sudden frost.

Withered now those unborn blooms,

sweet scent forever lost.

Reposing here, such shrunken bones

descendents will forget

lie undisturbed in silent tombs,

promise untested yet.

Here we find unyielding knots,

perpetual sand-swell dunes,

thorns that pierce the unaware,

scars thickened over wounds.

Should they reside in endless peace,

not see the light of day?

These dusty relics locked within;

the things we didn’t say.

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  • Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Dec 2, 2009

    That was beautiful, nicely written.

  • BullwinkleMuse on Dec 2, 2009

    Gorgeous, caff. I love the metaphor of withered blooms as lost opportunities to speak our hearts. Just lovely.

  • Fegger on Dec 2, 2009

    Incredible, absolutely incredible!

  • spiritwalker on Dec 2, 2009

    I think regrets of saying what we feel is much better than regrets of not saying what we feel.

    I love the way this was expressed Cafftee…you are such a true and natural artist.

  • Mark Gordon Brown on Dec 3, 2009

    the sadness of words unsaid, expressed well.

  • Writer Extraordinaire on Dec 3, 2009

    Seems very real!

  • STEVE666 on Dec 3, 2009

    Beautiful imagery there, Cafftee. Now that’s what I call a REAL poem!

  • miraj on Dec 5, 2009

    my goodness,you definitely have a way with words.great write.

  • Parish Loveless on Dec 5, 2009

    Brillant & Beautiful

  • Mila Marcos on Dec 14, 2009

    I think truth is important, there’s a wholeness that comes from it and people feel complete. People keep secrets and secrets keep people. When we let go we are truly free. I can’t write poetry let alone understand it, but I thought your poem was a ‘lesson’ for people who have regrets and unhappy memories. Nice one Cafftee

  • Stephen J. Ardent on Dec 16, 2009

    Thoughts seem to become dust easier than a lot of other things. Spoken or unspoken.

  • Belle Dob on Dec 16, 2009

    Wonderful comparisons between the unborn blooms to unspoken words. Gives feeling of sadness and oportunities lost.

  • katie marie on Dec 16, 2009

    Somehow I missed this when you first posted it. I’m glad you included it in the anthology. A beautiful piece of work!

  • Northernlight on Dec 16, 2009

    I like the surprise of the last line, the way the descriptive comparisons of the previous lines suddenly gain extra meaning.

  • lillyrose on Dec 16, 2009

    that could have been a rap! great poem.

  • A.L.Smith on Dec 16, 2009

    Interesting and thought provoking words. So glad they were spoken, and shared.

  • hfj on Dec 16, 2009

    Beautiful poem. I love the lines, here we find unyielding knots,
    perpetual sand-swelled dunes, thorns that pierce the unaware, scars thickened over wounds. A classic Cafftee. Well done dear.

  • Kate Smedley on Dec 16, 2009

    Dusty relics indeed ..beautiful poem with stunning imagery.

  • stuart harley on Dec 16, 2009

    I love this poem, it is so well written, with language that is so descriptive. You held the poem from the beginning right to the end. I had a real read of your poem twice in fact it was so good well done

  • DriftingInsomnia on Dec 16, 2009

    Nice poem, very descriptive.

  • Sheila M on Dec 16, 2009

    I love metaphor and this was very good!

  • maranatha on Dec 17, 2009

    The things we didn’t say…. both loving and angry, eh? Both leave their scars and their thorns. I think this may be the most touching of your works, at least for me.

  • Ronne on Dec 17, 2009

    awesom work!

  • Ronne on Dec 17, 2009

    i loved your intenese imaginary and depth

    esp \”lie undisturbed in silent tombs,

    promise untested yet.

    Here we find unyielding knots,

    perpetual sand-swell dunes,

    thorns that pierce the unaware,

    scars thickened over wounds.\”

  • Ronne on Dec 17, 2009

    n Merry Christmas !

  • Nicholas Peterson on Dec 18, 2009

    Generic comment: an interesting piece.

    Useful comment: free verse lends itself to a lot of exploration and in no way constricts form, you can go a lot farther with this.

    To blow your mind/challenge you: make the form match the content. How you ask? I have no clue, depends on how you write and what you wanna say….

  • Karen Gross on Dec 18, 2009

    A well crafted verse with a timeless message.

  • Cebah on Dec 19, 2009

    Beautiful poem with well selected metaphors for the image you wished to create. Lovely.

  • Theresa Johnson on Dec 21, 2009

    Yet again the beauty of your words captivates me. I must now go and sulk that i can never be as great a poet as you. Great poem cafftee.

  • EYEAM4ANARCHY on Dec 21, 2009

    There are many things that aren’t said for good reason, but those things that should have been said but weren’t leave the deepest scars.

  • oldster on Dec 31, 2009

    Or you could have asperger’s. Sorry mate.
    Beautiful poem Caff.

  • vivereque on Jan 13, 2010

    I like this. Your rhymes are not trite.

  • mishee on Jan 26, 2010

    nice!

  • Duff D Moss on Mar 23, 2010

    Wow – that was bloody awesome! Felt like reading silk

  • Colleen Ranney on Mar 24, 2010

    Very lovely poem

  • Adam Henry Sears on Apr 12, 2010

    I commend you on a job well done with theme and diction. I’ve had those kind of remembrances too, and this, after reading it a few times certainly brings me back there. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day.

  • John Arthur Beaman on Jul 29, 2010

    You say you’re new at this poetry thing?

  • Bull Muse on Sep 11, 2010

    I just had to read this again, and enjoyed it all the more this time around.

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