Poem – Lost

She was here but now she’s lost

A winter breeze turned into frost

A weathered hand, salt of the soil

What did she want to say?

 

A butterfly, resting on flower

Wings fluttered, quiet hour

I turned away, the colour foiled

Butterfly had flown away

 

A dog lay, forever, by my side

Recovered from energetic ‘ride’

Shuffled off that mortal coil

This dry and sunburnt day

 

A veil, in times of old

Worn to wed to whom one sold

Today, ‘veil’ worn for different reason

Never to relate

 

To whom one sold, life changed, delayed

But one still sold, uncultured, frayed

Not one enough for one of other

More to ‘expiate.’

 

The ‘veil’ worn, she be lost

To others, but to him, embossed

Hidden, out of sight not out of mind

She was there all day.

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