The Rose...

[mebesideme]

The Rose

Delicate,
From a slim green twig,
The morning dew drips;
A bud is born from the night’s chill.
The morning rays warm and beckon
And little by little,
This symbol for me opens.
Spreading its pedals,
Moist and fresh;
The scent is in my nose.
Placed in a vase;
It is beginning to wilt.
The rose reminded me
As it slowly died;
Time is passing,
No matter what.
I return to existence.
I threw her rose
From a moving window
In the night,
As love died
And I moved on.
The world beckons,
More lessons to learn.
The bush will be bare
Through the winter,
But my heart will heal
And bring spring to life;
Fresh blossoms into bloom.

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you for this. Even when pricked by thorns, or made witness to decay, the essence and memories remain... and yes we blossom, anew. Etheric and luminous in our newness.

[mebesideme]

<blush> Thank you!

[littleskinny]

pedals should be petals, yes?

This was touching. Roses are sexy.

[thaone0715]

yes, so true

[Hippievixen]

I loved this one. Thanks for sharing!

[Bhaskar]

Ever read Oscar Wilde's short story about the rose and the nightingale?

[sunflowerAlys]

oh dear that was really nice thank you. there is hope after all

[rainbowkid]

Yeah. Good use of imagery of the fresh awakening of morning.