When red rose petals
Fallen and dried
Depart from their stalks
Leaving only thorns;
and
Daisy white petals
Singed of age
Become fallen bodies
Headless cadavers;
What becomes of their departed petals?
Should I cover the evidence?
Allow the wind to blow their ashes away?
Mourn over seasons passing?
When all I have left are thorns and
Dried stalks,
Will you love me?
You are safe
-
Can you feel the hand that is holding you,
close your eyes, feel your breath, feel the light
that’s within you, yes, within.
When the gentle gian...
1 year ago
does the moon ache each night to reflect the light of the sun?
ReplyDeleteSuz - a lovely poem, the thorn is of course as much a part of the rose as the petal. . . and as you note, a lot longer lasting.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteso poignant... and you can't have a rose without a thorn
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem... I finally got around to posting my awards - stop by my blog when you can...
ReplyDeletei will. I do. Keep writing! you do is so well!
ReplyDeletevery nice! i like this very much!
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