Cashmere Illusions

Musings of a lady poet.

China Rose

By J.Lynne Moore

The transparent rose…
Blossoms;
among the jungle vines.
Made from china petals,
up and up she climbs.

Daring and courage,
have not spared her…
Their worth.
Yet, there has been no notice
of her birth.

Pushing through
the languid vines,
her petals take a chip.
Searching for the elusive sun;
no one sees her slip.

Dangling by a single…
Leaf;
struggling for her space.
If she falls any further,
who will take her place?

Twisted Love

By J.Lynne Moore

Next to you,
Is where I’ll stand;
As fog envelopes,
Our lovers land.

Echoes sound,
Through the murk.
Behind each shadow,
Devastation may lurk.

Our love will be,
A beckon light,
A signal fire…
Burning eternal light.

Sins of life,
May call our name,
But our sentient love,
Will yield no shame.

So stand with me,
My one true love;
For in your arms,
We shall rise above.

No threat of darkness,
Will come between,
Our twisted souls,
However unclean.