Bobbie Othigo

Ode To A Rose - Poem by Bobbie Othigo

Often I see on you
Drops of the silver dew,
Scattered generously about
Your glorious hue,
It is evidence of a lingering kiss, I know,
Left by the morning who was in a rush
To come back and behold you, beautiful Rose.

The sun shines now to give his all,
Not withholding a ray, abundantly they fall,
He gives them but one purpose
To illuminate you above the rest,
For if you only can shine,
All the earth along will be bright.

The wind who is ever in a hurry
To destinations never yet arrived,
Now he slows to tell me in humble boast,
‘Only her scents will I permit
My able arms to highly lift,
Lift and not stride in usual swift,
But sweetly wafting
And ever flaunting,
Only the scents of the beautiful Rose.'

In my near sleep, or maybe I dream,
Yet so clearly I hear him,
The dark night; he moans,
‘How unfair I hide such a face! '
He confides how his dreams
Are with you so sweetly filled,
Such beauty haunts,
Taunts him to fastly awake,
Restless, you trick him to morning,
When all men can your grace behold!

Thus, your fellows are chiming,
We are fair, but her fair is rare,
How in the shadow of her beauty we fleet!
We bless too her thorns that clothe,
Keeping her pure, keeping her
Ever dear,
We sing to the queen of flowers,
We praise without much jealousy laden,
We praise her, the joy of God's garden.

Topic(s) of this poem: beauty

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 8, 2014

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