I opened up a Bible, and there between the pages,
A rose had been secreted, it must have been there ages,
I wondered who had so placed it, displaying still its magenta red,
For remembrance perhaps, or a memento, sweet petal's carefully spread.
I tried to imagine it fresh and new, all that long time ago,
And observing it, quite suddenly, my tears began to flow,
I left it in that Bible, it wasn't damaged in any way,
Knowing someone else would find it, when they felt the need to pray.
Nice, Ernestine... They will open my bible one day and find three rose petals given me by my mother! ... dan
This is beautiful.... a perfectly depicted image.
I once put a credit card in a book and then forgot which book, I ended up sitting is a sea of books looking for that credit card. I don't think that would make for the lovely poem you wrote!
This reminds me of my first Bible with it's little mementos tucked inside... A poignant beauty, this...
I remember my Mom placing a rose in between the pages of a Bible and it also kept it's deep red colour. Your poem is lovely in every way, I love it Ernestine. --Melvina--
Ernestine...again, I find myself drawn to your work. I am new here, however have visited your peoms several times. You write with such passion-such heart. I truly like this poem and other works of yours.
Poetess E.>>>The Rose though primarily regarded as a symbol of Romance...In truth, and historicallu, is more recognized as a floral of Passion...During the Month of MARY(May) , White Roses are most usually the Church's Fflower of choice. However, Romantically or Thologically...This is a solid Write, young lady indeed! ''''''''''''''''''FJR
Ernestine, I hope this rose finds its way into many, many hands. A beautiful poem! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the symbolic implications of this poem: respect for the sacred feelings of others for this is where the flower should always belong. Sensitive.