Behold a beautiful rose..

Trying to awake my muse.

Behold a beautiful rose..

If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals.

A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.

A memory is like a blooming rose, a memory can decay with time.

The fragrant of time, can be our enemy.

The ancient poets told us. Make today matter, make today, your sweetest and best day.

For tomorrow the light of hope can be turned into darkness.

The beautiful rose lived for a short time, may dance in the wind for awhile in the days of late Spring.

and the rose will be forgotten till September.

Our memories, we hold dear need to be written down to paper.

In idle days and forgetful nights. We may need to renew in dreams and in memories.

We may need to remember a old journey, we may need to remember a wonderful place and

we may need to remember a beautiful face.

Time is a evil thief and we  may need the compliance of a sweet memory of wonderful kisses missed.

Tonight I have forgotten more than I can remember. Tonight I read old journals and the stories/poetry.

Seem to have been written by a stranger.

I whisper names of ancient cities, I whisper names of kind women who gave me the gift of love and their time.

I am thankful.

I behold a beautiful red/white rose and I remember love.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Such a beautiful poem, John, full of feelings for that very special flower, the rose... a beauty that not only has a life of its own but.. represents a woman full of the best and loveliest.. indeed epitomizes love.

'.. We may need to remember a old journey, we may need to remember a wonderful place and
we may need to remember a beautiful face.
Time is a evil thief and we may need the compliance of a sweet memory of wonderful kisses missed.
Tonight I have forgotten more than I can remember.'

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. My muse came alive. Thanks to the great writer Nevil Shutes. I listen to his books and watched his movies. I wish I could write like him.

[emmajoygreen]

You write about all sorts, John, and, like all writers have a unique style and genre. Everybody's way of creating dreams come true is different and special, dear friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Emma. All of us have a certain style.

[emmajoygreen]

Exactly! Wishing you a happy day, John. Hope not as hot as here in the UK!

[Coyote Poetry]

Rainy and perfect. Michigan Summers are nice dear Chris.

[emmajoygreen]

For once would welcome some rain.. is unbelievably hot in the UK right now. Some people are never satisfied. That said, storms are due at the weekend!

[Ken e Bujold]

The fragment of time, can be our enemy ... so true John so true

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Ken. Time is a cold blooded lover. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Eddie Phillips]

This is a touching poem. I haven't read some of your stuff in a while and I am glad I came across this poem tonight. I always like a good story in a poem and it is always bettter when the words are full of imagery and beauty.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Eddie for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.