Glass Rose Poem by Eric Cockrell
Glass Rose
Rating: ★3.5
a glass rose
with broken edges,
sits alone on the table
in an empty room...
sunlight stolen
from crusted shades,
glints on the petals;
the raw edges shimmer,
almost to touch!
gathering dust,
frozen by time....
a glass rose....
almost to touch!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
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5/12/2024 5:17:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A glass rose. Beautiful metaphor. Reminds me of a love, long forgotten, but still beautiful with all its torn edges.