A wind from the north country.
Blows through the tapestry of my mind.
Like flowers in the wind.
I sway like a silver birch.
Winging high I soar though the sky.
A bird of tell tale feather below.
Ah, a rose with a tinted past.
A tear of dew on each new petal.
Shadow of sky I see.
A big yellow eye that warns me.
Spring has fallen by the way side.
Summer warms each small bed.
Sleep eluded the dreamers head.
Days hark of summer sandwich paste.
Eaten down in gulps of haste.
Gone are the winter winds.
Replaced by summers warm rays.
Ah, our rose with a tinted past.
Born out of a refuse tip.
Born with buds pointing skyward high.
To catch the sun through a cloudy sky.
Born with a majestic air.
The dark clouds of heaven see you there.
Rain dances on your petals blight.
Sky thunder roars.
Storm of shadows pass overhead.
Wind of tears, tears and shreds,
the petals from our roses head.
Sky of blue, no clouds of night.
Looks down at the sorry sight.
Head limp, beauty gone.
Sadness of glory light.
No longer see the sunlight.
Petals sweet, insect head.
Food for natures bed.
Earth dust shower still.
Life is short to fulfil
Day - night passes a solemn breath.
For our tinted roses death.
13 June 1978
Oh David, Silently is but a poor imatation compaired to this wonderfully written poem. I can but hope that with practice I will one day write so well. Thank you so much for sharing. Hugs Pam
An image laden charting of life/the rose. A rich and sensuous poem that leads the reader through the sights, sounds, smells and sensations, and very tangibly, the moods of the seasons of life/the rose. Superb composition. jim
David... i think the others have said it all really, beauty grows in unexpected places...10
Ah, our rose with a tinted past. Born out of a refuse tip. Born with buds pointing skyward high. To catch the sun through a cloudy sky. Born with a majestic air. Need I say more...I think not, Great piece Love duncan X
I remember reading this poem of yours before but see no comment from me...how did I miss dong that? I love the sincerity and the passion of this poem...10 from me. Your Friend Dorothy C. The Poet Who Loves To Sing
Summer sandwich paste...good one! You've caught the Rose of Life, David. No way to make it last, forever, with all its beauty intact. So, we must appreciate it while it's there...then even the poignancy of the crinkled, brown petals are a crown of gold to it's past. Do it again! You are one good poet! ! xxElysabeth
Absolutely beautiful poem, beautifully written, a pleasure to read. --Melvina--
Had to comment on this one. Loved it. The whole thing is so full of thought and meaning, and brought back feelings of a much loved friend whom wilted away a few years ago. My favourite so far for lots of reasons
The imagery and thought patteren weaved throughout this poem is Beautifull and sad all at once! David you write so well...God gave you a gift to share and thank God you are sharing it! ((Smile)) =Shelley=
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem David, fabulous imagry and wonderful flow. Awesome mother nature seen all through this wonderful piece.-Melvina