Megan Ayscue

Rookie (February 12,1987 / Raleigh)

Yellow Rose - Poem by Megan Ayscue

Pretty little flower sitting on a hill,
Shining down the slopes
With beauty beyond it's days.
Bird cry out with shrill
Overtones of destiny and hopes,
But none of it stays.

Charming yet slight with verity
And a calming tone of grace.
I never thought that a yellow rose
Could smell as sweet, with such clarity
That I never expected chase.
It it an underestimated show.

As I sit here staring up the hill
At the yellow rose sitting at the top,
I wonder why it is there.
I don't understand, my mind is nil
And void like a dry mop
Forgotten of it's wet dripping hair.

A yellow rose smells so sweet
And dreamy with a scent unlike any other.
I never thought I would see one.
It's beauty, charm, sending hope that we would meet
And see that it can cover
The darkness that will never come undone.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006



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