All My Fault is Just a Pale Rose

All I can see is the truth when the tide rises as if wanting to be caught
If there is anything that treads the path of regard
One spun word that is kept makes little motion in the air
It is all my fault is just a pale rose that cries
To length’s of disregard

So little speaks within reason to longing when standing on the shore
All I know is that some things never seem possible
Until the daylight explores the pages of my tender skin
Bringing ancient feelings to rise in echoes
So quick my heart to pull

I slowly move to turn around because I know I am promised more
Than what has been done now by other hands
To see all the pleasure in this life that I know still remains
Even when my mirror reflects a stranger
Held in a foreign land

We may never know seasons holding precious words of truth
Some days all we are able to see is a frown
Yet one spun word that is kept will make a motion
Until we realize it is all my fault
Keeps us down

Reviews

[Arabdha]

with every write of yours that i read,i'm entranced by the sheer beauty of it..and just when i think it couldn't get any better..you surprise me again..

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

I couldn't have written my poem without having read your poem first.

[Derek S.Keck]

"Even when my mirror reflects a stranger
Held in a foreign land"


Like everything you do this is beyond words. Know one can take meaning from ones own heart, like you do, and make it into something so much more.

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

Bloom and grow, pale rose so fair, and when the time has come
let loose gossamer failing petal, and pass the morning's song
unto the day's new gentle light, and into time of worth
bear fruit for the new peradyne,in glorious new birth!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I agree with Frank, you have a beautiful gift and it is a pleasure to share it with you.

[FJ Davis]

In much the same way that some of us speak English, Neva, you speak Beauty--layer upon layer of it.
Thank you for sharing your gift.