That should fall a flowers petal,
amidst my torrent of strife,
from such rose or prickly nettle
land within my stricken life.
How unworthy, I might ask,
of your nestled passion
that my heart accept such task
while its color is but ashen…
For the shred of it is newly had
leaving my soul adrift.
My thoughts beware of all things bad
and feelings left to sift.
I shall pluck that petal from stream,
brush it velvet soft……
place it as my hearts new seam
scars and all aloft….
And there it shall keep
my hours as moments
and tears forever…
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,
© 2013 John Allen Richter
johnallenrichter 
August 11th, 2013 at 10:50 pm
And there it shall keep my hours as moments and tears forever… special.
August 12th, 2013 at 1:58 am
Beautiful. You are a wonderful poet and I would appreciate it if you could read mine and give feedback. http://yukilifetolive.wordpress.com/?s=substitution
August 12th, 2013 at 11:31 am
loved the soft pen you used on this… gentle, gentle, gentle
August 28th, 2013 at 12:59 am
Wonderfully told
Nettles can be gold
But if one gets a prick
They can really hurt more than a flick
Pluck the petal sounds safer too
At least it has a nice view
Pluck away
From the nearby stream or bay
August 28th, 2013 at 4:03 am
Ye Ol’ English (is how I read and thought) – beautifully penned John, soft and romantic.