Thorns

by Regina

Thorns-
tighten, encircle,
posess, pierce,
bereft hearts
low,
languid,
thoughts
fall
as if a
misery
of
chilly rain,
we didn't know
you would-
become a sudden
traveler of the universe.

Scars On A Beauty

by Regina

Clover and moss adornment,
fields of ancient emerald mellow,
with spring lambs innocent,
elderly farmer with a tea stained smile.

Yet, North of there,
her people warring,
life spills on concrete,
in the singing wind
is the song of the Troubles.

My maiden, my Eire,
are you ever at rest?
Where are your children?
Sons and daughters,
youth no more to come home,
Scars on a beauty,
she, she, will it go on into eternity?

My beauty, the souls, and shamrocks
in the dew,
weep just as much as you.

Black Roses

by Regina

Like generations that have fallen before,
you fell on distant shores
from the guns of war,
My earthly soul pauses everyday,
and I come this way
to honor always the gallant in repose,
Clutched in my hand are black roses,
black roses for the youth,
the eternal youth.

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