Poem by Madison Rose


 

The Mentor

If I thought the world would die
Because you could not receive my love
Mirror the mirror
I was misunderstood
Fled from the city to rural Savannah
Weep tears of a good woman’s blues
Who felt stung
Woe of the delicate needle
Needle to the veins of false affections
Fell to earth like a Falling Star
You had the Adams curse
To spurn my Valhalla
I was love’s comfort
The dawn’s surprise
Accepted you to live in the afternoon happiness
I was the charm of your winter
I cry not for spilt saccachrine
Sitting by the Weeping Willows
I am consolable, comfortable
I see butterflies cascade over the blue waters
Reflects my love that flew back into its sanctum

 

Madison Rose is currently residing in United Kingdom. She has a B.A. (Hons) Degree in Hotel Management from Southbank University London and a Diploma in Marketing, Public Relations and Sales Management from Commercial Careers College. Her publishing credits include, Aadun Journal, Adelaide Literary, Carillion, Halycon Literary, Scarlett Leaf. Austin Macauley and Blazevox Journal.

Luis Lázaro Tijerina was born in Salina, Kansas. Mr. Tijerina has a Master of Art degree in history, concentration being military history and diplomacy. He is a published author of military theory, short stories, essays and poetry. Mr. Tijerina resides in Vermont.

 

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