Black Rose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Black Rose
Thunder claps loudly and even in the darkness a light of
hope sparks itself once in a while.
Treasures filled with memories keep us going through life
although they are silent.
We become mirrored in images of our past, reluctantly
wanting to let go of them, especially after the death of
loved ones, dear to our hearts.
Love is all we need to keep them bright and shining
before our mind's eyes.
We respect the feelings of being lost and alone with our
tears of sadness falling to heaven.
Prayers recited daily, hoping God will see us through once
more.
Gently drifting throughout life, trying to see the path
ahead without stumbling or falling.
Crying. On knees, crying, trying to pray for one more
chance as yet another close relative is folded in the
blossom of death's black rose.
You have PERFECTLY been able to recreate the most intense feelings in life, of love and loss in an amazing spiritual work. I don't think any religion has ever done as well. Unbelievable. At your best. Death's black rose Yes, reminds me so of purples roses I saw in France. Have never seen them here. I used to call them the funereal rose
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4/26/2024 6:32:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A perfect emotional picture drawn about a perplexed mind which has lost the love from this mortal world and wandering helplessly to consolidate. Crying. On knees, crying, trying to pray for one more chance as yet another close relative is folded in the blossom of death's black rose. ..... very emotional and truthful...... excellent