Randy McClave

Gold Star - 19,742 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

The Rose - Poem by Randy McClave

In my hand I held the rose
As I would a woman dear,
Within my fingers I held it tight
As I wished it would not disappear.
From the touch, sight and beauty that I knew,
When the kiss of beauty, once had blew.

I held the rose as I would a love
As I had held in memory and thought,
And then the rose I could not let go
For the same as a lover, she became my soul.
The stem became the body and the petals became the skin,
Then I held her lightly, within the wind.

The rose held me, as I had held her
The two of us had become one
Then the act of God had prevailed that day
For he commanded the wind to take the rose away.
And towards the heavens She had flew,
As though to join the love that I once had knew.

In my hand there laid a thorn
Though to remind me of the sting of death,
So upon the Earth, I then laid the thorn
So love of life could again be reborn.
I buried the thorn as you would a dream,
Knowing never again, will it be seen.


Randy L. McClave


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  • (6/2/2007 10:49:00 AM)

    Stunning work, absolutly beautiful. Master penning! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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