Wednesday, April 15, 2009

May Flowers


By Christine Rightmyer

As my head slipped underwater,
All I could see were the lilies.
They call them the symbol of death…
Wouldn’t you agree?

The symbol of everything I wanted.
Wanting to slip away and never come back
The water closed in around me.
Wrapping its cool fingers over my body…

That was all I wanted, except…
You pulled me up before my time was gone.
Your fingers gripped my shoulders, eyes bearing into me.
The lilies were now gone, but you were here to stay.

1 comment:

  1. Christine, this brought such vivid images it sent shivers down my spine. You have to read this at the Poetry Slam!

    And I'm not saying this because I'm your mother ...


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