Buried Roses Inside Whimsical Angle Pictures- Fairies Illustrations

Buried Roses Inside Whimsical Angle Pictures-Fairies Illustrations

Beautiful older women galleries
dear Lily
I found your pictures there.
Fairies illustrations
gothic angel art
kept in a dust covered coffin.
Roses in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

Don't polish the roses unless you plan to keep them
they told me that they don't like being touched
and so I won't.

Clear intent
a line of chalk
gentle yet cumbersome
if you want to go chasing rainbows.

Whats the matter with those bells?
neglected and yet
they continue ringing.
I never wondered why
until we buried the roses.

Pink mountains
invite the tainted noise
bells ring
reminding me roses were once present.

Lily, past the brazen trail
tried to save them
or maybe not.
I guess she was not breathing after all.
I thought I understood her goal.

She used to comb my hair for me
never how I liked it
but still
at least she knew how to weave the colors.
I never thought it was an intrusion
until now of course.
Now that the roses have been drowned.

Dying words
fragrance misunderstood
or maybe missing altogether?
We should never mess with nature
that's what Lily always says.

If I conform will you?
Will you Lily?
If we gather clippings
will you help me?

Have pity on the wounded bird
that is somehow us.
Set flowers on your table
noting the present and the past.
Penetrate the clouds
interrupt the rain
call it a special day.

Oh Lily!
I take so much back.
You shine where I couldn't
it is all a falsehood
those notions we grieved over.
Healing is actually blended
and roses that fell short
surface when sorrow is embraced.
Know that victim
and she will heal you.

I've met my mentor
coaxed from the devil
older
this woman at a gallery
we knew her when we were young.
I stroked that line
savored antics that seemed off limits
held up by all those boundaries
crumbling before our eyes.
Truth be told
it is they
that bells chime for.
Or maybe thats just me that thinks so.

After I find you again Lily
can we make a pact?
Lets assume that mistakes can meet cures
and once paraded above the wet ground
where all those roses lie
we will know
once again
their sorrow is fleeting.

Beautiful older women galleries
dear Lily
I found your pictures there.
Torn and worn
dated
fairies illustrations
gothic angel art
kept in a dust covered coffin.
I pulled them out
still melting
yet hopeful.
I held my breath
or was it yours?
Oh Lily!
There among the leaves
roses awoke once more
in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
08 April 2008
copyright 2008