A Song Not Yet Finished

You loved me once among
Budding tea roses built
To be what I was not,
A tender, passing beauty
And as easy to dismiss as
A dandelion growing in
Amongst lilies and snapdragons.
You puff and my feelings float
Off to replant
Someplace where I am not.

by Charlotte Ballard

Comments (1)

This is beautiful, from the title on its own, to the poem which has a perfect economy, lovely imagery, and heart-full of feeling. All true and perfectly executed. Sx