The Pride of Lucy

Lucy sat out in the sun
In cold and clear September;
She modeled for us her new life,
I always will remember

The pride she wore upon her face
As she soaked in the rays;
Not knowing pills and Crystal Head
Would soon cut short her days.

The pride of Lucy, young and full
Of beauty and its power;
The sharpened razor blades, so cold,
That hacked to death

The flower


 

(“The Pride of Lucy” – 12-27-2015)

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5 Thoughts to “The Pride of Lucy

  1. The pride of Lucy, young and full
    Of beauty and its power;
    The sharpened razor blades, so cold
    That hacked to death
    The flower.

    I am amazed.!
    Wonderful 🙂

  2. Such soft rhymes for such a hard subject — very well done — and your choice to have 5 lines in the last stanza has a lot of impact. Thanks for a terrific poem 🙂

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