An empty vase upon the table
decorously awaiting your return.
What flowers do you ceremoniously
bring, ambrosial dreams to bloom,
cut and water?
We'll make love and wake delighted
To see their fresh pink faces
in the days that do ensue
our hearts will grin, but soon
beauty will transcend
you'll lay them lifeless in the sun
a memory
pressed between pages
of our life, perhaps a potpourri
or unable to helm the thorns
an urn could be their destiny.
Beautiful stanzas Robert, I really enjoyed the image Regards, ~Besa
but soon beauty will transcend you'll lay them lifeless in the sun a memory An emotional, i like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice poem. The choice of the images allows for various interpretations and that often makes a poem very interesting. Skilful use of contrasts.