claire dela peña

Rookie (march 1,1987 / cadiz city)

Promise Of A Nymph - Poem by claire dela peña

Gentle bus of red roses bloom
Upstream to where the oak is near
Thorned leaves and soft petals
A flower that’s seems unrare

As time pass by, it’ll soon be fading
The beauty of this flower
From twig to twig it falls
Towards the Nymph’s river.

It then falls and flows with grace
Like a feather that is blown away
Passing the roots of the great brown oak
To the Nymph, then it will stay.

Alas! The red rose is here
And saw a bowl of blooming roses
They floated in the bowl of water
And smelled like fragrant poses

The water Nymph held the rose high
And brought it towards the bowl’
She then looked and smiled at thee
And spoke:

“You my dear, the red red rose,
Who traveled for a while,
Who passed the roots of the great brown oak,
And traveled thought the Nile”

“The grasp for life still holds you on.
To see thy water Nymph,
Now as a gift of beauty so true,
I will also make you blue.”

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 19, 2010


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