Good morning, my beloved friends and readers. My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry here at Adulting – Second Half. Please write a poem today. I would love it if you would share your poem in my Comments section, but even if you just share it with yourself, you will feel such movement and release in your heart. Poetry is the song of the soul. Here is my poem for today:
The White Rose
I noticed you huddled on the shores.
We had anchored the boat and we were quietly floating,
So softly, it was like we had melted into the rhythm,
Of the steady wind and lapping waves and passing clouds.
He was fishing, my own thoughts were meandering,
As I sat silently and deliberately,
Watching all of you as an uninvited and un-noticed observer.
You embraced each other.
Some of you kept your heads hung,
Too heavy to lift,
From your hurting hearts.
Some of you seemed eager to leave,
Uncomfortable with the feelings, brimming in the moment.
Yet others were obviously lingering,
Feet solidly sunk into the slushy sand,
Not wanting to say good-bye.
After a while, the shore was emptied and slowly flowing to the boat,
Came a parade of beautiful, brightly colored roses.
Celebrations of a life, colorful collaborations,
Streaming easily on the surface of the lapping water.
I picked up a white rose that floated right next to the boat.
It felt uncomfortable, like perhaps a desecration.
But I wanted to feel the essence of, and to honor the soul,
That had so easily come my way, inviting me into the ceremony.
I thanked you for the love which you had so obviously,
Created and shared and multiplied, into this world.
You were clearly missed. You were totally loved.
Next, I slowly and deliberately, placed each white petal,
Back into the sea. One by one, by one, by one. . . .
Tears for a beautiful life that merged with the water,
And softly floated towards the light of the horizon.