A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric
I touch the stem and thorns
Disappear from their tragic court
Scent regales the pollens nectar
That sings in childhood's laughter
Where smiles are like roses
That grow inside the night
There is enough poetry in this poem. Here, night is symbolic and so, my view is that, out of such a mental situation, smiles like roses won't be the result. There should already be some spark of positive life deep within and only out of such light, anything that can be life giving forces is really possible. Dark mind will naturally pull us down.
I found this poem soothing to read and it left a smile on my face, really delightful Patrick.....
Ummm when I read this for the second time and I do that often, I pictured myself in a nursery with a new born baby while gazing into a starlit night as I rocked my baby in an old rocking chair. How delightful is that to gain such beautiful imagery from a soothing poem such as this...Thank you Kevin.....
There's a turning in this poem with the lines I TOUCH THE STEM AND THORNS/TURN AWAY FROM THEIR TRAGIC COURT. I assume this has to do with the the possibility of the thorns piercing flesh. But the poem then turns and echoes its beginning with the play and innocence of children. If I'm reading it rightly, this is a rescued ending of a poem that could have turned out badly. The children saved the day and the rose.
Ever so heart touching! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
A magical, and mystical, quality to this poem that beckons for its continuance. Outstanding, Kevin!
Scent regales the pollens nectar that sings in childhood's laughter....captivating poetic expression....A magnificent poem!
May the silken petals of the rose shine brightly like the stars at night.........Full Marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........this is lovely and romantic....love this ★