LOVE LEGENDS: CHERIE SUMNER WRITES, Picking Petals Off A Flower

 

Picking Petals Off A Flower 

(He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not)

She sat alone by the creek

On a spring day, warm and mild

Picking petals off a flower

Just like a curious child

Playing the game, saying,

“He loves me, he loves me not”

Each pulled off petal brought her closer

To the answer she sought

But when the flower was half bare,

She stopped plucking, painfully aware

She was unable to continue the game

Petals strewn everywhere

Her mind baffled about why she relied

On a flower’s prediction

Of whether her lover really cared

A worrisome depiction

With further concern, she reconsidered,

Second guessing

Whether she knew true love at all

Even with him confessing

For why was she picking petals for answers?

Such insecurity!

Just by inquiring gave the answer –

His love was not meant to be

She let go of the blighted rose

Let it float downstream in the creek

Her mercurial mind, with fraught revelation,

Rendered her weak

She realized the implication in -

He loves me, he loves me not

A silly game that gave her more insight

Than she ever thought

BY

POETESS CHERIE SUMNER

LOVE LEGENDS: CHERIE SUMNER WRITES, River of Novocain

River of Novocain

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He said it was the hardest thing

He has ever had to do

I replay his words in my mind

The devastation running through

I know this rare, sacred kind of love

Should not be broken off like this

When my heart aches in the middle of the night

There is no recompense

Our love is strong, our love is pure

Despite intervening harsh afflictions

Since the day we met, I harbor no regrets

I stand firm in my convictions

Wandering lost without his reaffirming touch

A river of Novocain could never ease my pain

Panic sets in when I even conceive

I may never see him again

In moonlight’s serenade, a vision displays

Of a boat in remote distance

I imagine him, sailing in

Calling to me with great persistence

His health improved, all obstacles removed

Hope glistening on the river

A reconciling embrace awaits him

With all the passion I can deliver

Until then, it is hard to comprehend

The tearful predicament where we remain

Waiting for a miracle to sail right in

Upon pain’s river of Novocain

BY

POETESS CHERIE SUMNER

Copyright: Cherie Sumner

The translation of this poem by Poet WILLIAMSJI MAVELI will be posted with graphics