Eyes drawn to Gaze upon the rose,
Green stem armed spitefully with thorn.
Sweet Apricot that pales too soon,
light petal drop that time will mourn.
As colour fades towards the end
and sorrow masks an empty space.
A time to rest becomes the norm,
life's foibles settle in deaths place.
Whilst dormant, as fierce winter blows,
all haste and finery well passed.
The signs are clear to those that gaze
one flower never is the last.
Should moment’s spent in recollection.
Sooth, with fragrance laced with myrrh.
Observe the new bud swell and bloom.
This rose reminds us who you were.
Thus drawn to gaze upon the rose.
Green stem armed spitefully with thorn
Sweet Apricot that pales too soon.
Light petal drop that time will mourn.
March 2015 (Dedicated to Sue Waters.)
Beautiful imagery settles your words as our eyes are drawn to Gaze upon the rose. Definitely a soul touching poem, Ann. Thank you for sharing it, RoseAnn
Ah wow beautiful title very poetic and the poem has superb imagery combined with sublime metaphor in some lines. Soulful touches too poetically skillfully expressed. The rhyme scheme great too. Pls do review my latest poem too titled pop goes.......
A lovely imagination about the life we pass through and realizing the truth as saying life's foibles settle in deaths place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful and amazing poem. Thank you Ann for sharing.