Silk Rose

Standing at the edge of town

with your long red hair

dancing in the summer breeze,

I can’t help wonderin’ why

you look so damn blue.

Your dress from way outta town –

Cause there ain’t no place round here

sellin’ silk like that –

Two shades lighter than your eyes.

So tell me, oh little one –

What makes you so sad

the clouds are lost in those eyes.

Did he break your heart in two,

or did life forgetย 

to count you in on the game?

Didn’t your mother tell you

a rose needs the rain?

So don’t be afraid to cry.

The clouds in your eyes can’t stay.

They belong up there.

Let their tears water your soul.

And don’t be afraid to make

a splash when you can.

The sun will shine soon enough.

When it does, you’ll be free

to bury the pain.

So you needn’t look so blue –

Oh little one, standing there

with your long red hairย 

dancing in the summer breeze.

ยฉBrenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017



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6 Responses

  1. -Eugenia says:

    I love this and agree this could be country western hit song.

    • CyberneticBlonde says:

      Given how much I love music, I consider that a huge honor. Thank you so much, Eugenia! Wishing you a wonderful weekend! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Tami says:

    Your poetry always sings to me Brenda! I can tell that you are paying close attention to the rhythm and the words and you make them do the loveliest of dances together!! I hope you have a great week too!! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • CyberneticBlonde says:

      That is such a kind thing to say, Tami. Thank you for that! It means a lot to me. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Tami says:

    Oh Brenda – this could be a hit country and western song. I sincerely hope that you view that as a compliment because that is what it is intended to be. As I was reading it I could hear a song in the cadence of the words and then suddenly there was a man with a voice as smooth as soft suede in my brain singing the words with an acoustic guitar playing along. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • CyberneticBlonde says:

      Thank you, Tami! I consider that a huge honor. ๐Ÿ™‚ I write while listening to some form of instrumental music in the background, and I always aim for a certain rhythm in my poems. I’m not happy until that rhythm is there. The rhythm may sometimes be a fragment of my imagination, but it makes the writing process so much more enjoyable. ๐Ÿ™‚ Wishing you a wonderful week ahead!

Your beautiful words always give me reason to smile.


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