This Rose Poem by Colleen Wright

From the harlequin pathways of your walks of life
many lovely flowers raised their heads to feel the sun,
and then one Spring day a bloom did reach your sight,
you saw it was a rose standing above every other one.

You reached to touch the bud, but to it's side it swayed,
it was afraid and fragile, maybe the mark would bruise.
It went with the breeze and the connection was delayed,
but you persisted with you words, and charms did ooze.

Time and time again you came near to pluck this plant,
but the stem was strong and resisted the many advances.
Then as weeks flew by and you appeared rather gallant,
this rose did listen to your words and dropped defenses.

Quickly without pain, you did cut this bloom of your choice,
you took it, inhaled it's fragrance and inhaled it's soft petals.
Into some water you placed your flower, and with sweet voice
you loved it, enjoyed it, and sensed it without thorns or nettles.

Then one day you went away across some far western field,
this bloom did stay in that vase, and without having moved.
The time went by and the heat of the day it's strength did steal
this rose began to wilt and it cried for water to be soothed.

More days did slip by – seven - ten – and as many as eleven
Gasping for breath this bloom did hurt – it sobbed – it cried,
'was it easier to struggle to survive, or was it better in Heaven? '
Day twelve without hope, this rose lowered it's head, and died.

Colleen Wright. T.G. © 26.08.2008