Rose, who will enjoy your fragrant scent
No longer a sweet touching sensation
Withered, fragile with prickly stalks
Designs waste back to birthing soil
Southern breeze once spread your delight
Now scatters your broken particles
Refuge like dung a mere fertilizer
Dreadful, casting eyes yonder far
Sun again has hung her captive
In direr dungeon executed rights
Dew Drop once fed life’s thread
Now fathers’ calamities decay
Humming birds now mere shadows
Unearthing alternative banquets
Hovering on elsewhere delectable
Passing once swooned, faded blossoms
Your decompose fades my tome
Bruising once white folios yellow
Badgering script whispers with song
Nostalgic strums somewhere
Yet a trifling whisper endures sweetness
With a catch that captures my soul
Distinguishing what heart flourishes
And then, sentiment obligates possession
© c.e. hodgson
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