A gift

There’s no poetry in my life
without you.
My muse, my light, my soul,
Where have you gone?
One short glorious year
I knew you,
And words came tumbling forth
in joyful song.
But then you left. As quickly
as you came.
And though I’ve begged you –
Speak! Please speak to me.
All I ever hear
is silence.
No-thing but silence … Oh!
Is that your final gift to me?

Mandy Edwards (c) 2016


He loves me, he loves me not
A tear begins to form.

He loves me, he loves me not
A seed of fear is born.

He loves me, he loves me not
My heart will not settle.

He loves me, he loves me not!
I crush the fragile petal.

What if he never loves me?
My brokenness won’t mend.

I pick another daisy
And start the count again.

He loves me. He loves me!
Joy becomes a sigh.

For just a tiny spark of hope
A flower had to die.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2016

photo credit © SeaGoat Photography 2016