What an introduction! I am so proud to be a part of the kind of Literary collective that produces writing like this. An Exquisitely Beautiful piece!


Rose-gold sunbeams set the autumn trees ablaze

Under skies consumed by the pouring rain

My mind caught in a silver haze

I search for glimpses in the rearview mirror

And hold open the palms of my hand out the window

Hoping to catch drops of nostalgia

That quench my soul like water

I see drive by memories

Strewn apart by the wind

And buried deep in muddy waters

They swirl apart the tattered pages in my mind

But dissipate quickly on the tongue

I try to capture phantoms in a glass bottle

But memories are not wine

They don’t get richer as they age

They haunt me

And as seasons die

I try to dig up their bodies

Forever left

Chasing ghosts.

© Copyright Samantha Rose 2018

You can catch more of Samantha existing at her blog, Existential Poetry.

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