i stood, garbed red
radiant long gown
bellowing the wind
holding rose bouquet
soft, smooth, delicate in
my calloused hands
gust of cool wind
reminded me
ticking clock, steps
uncertainty in belly,
i threw rose petals,
watching as they floated
aimlessly on dusty ground
closing eyes,
i strained to catch
each pulsing beat
my bosom
Author's Note: Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar
Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft – hosted by Emmett Wheatfall - prompt is about writing poetry.
Poets United: Thursday Think Tank : Prompt is Red. For me, color means excitement and anticipation.Flash Fiction Friday -Tell a Story in 55 words - for G-Man.
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