THE PLASTIC ROSE

There is a plastic rose

Somewhere in a forgotten drawer

Given to you in those early days

When you looked over

The broken fence of my life

And saw only a garden

Filled with promise blossoms.

 

With the rose is a note

Saying simply, I love you

And those three words

Became my biography.

Because you were my religion

And whatever is left of God

I found in you.

 

But I am strong enough

To handle the pain

Even though it will never mean

That I deserved it.

You were the road I chose to take

And this is what I have become

On the journey.

 

Now I have four walls

With yesterday inside.

And a drawer with a plastic rose

Given to you with eleven real ones

And a note, I love you . . . .

And I will love you

Until the last rose dies.

 

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

You continually tug at the heartstrings of true, genuine and lasting love Dave, this is divine is so many ways....this is the epitome of a love poem my dear friend. Literary genius here.

[DrD]

Thank you Angi (my first girlfriend was named Angela). I hope you visit here again because you are always welcome and your kind words always appreciated.

[Angi]

Angela is a good name! I will be sure to stop by more often. This poem is a memorable one, I was thinking about it today. Thank you for the kind welcome to your pages, DrD.

[Angi]

Oh DrD! That last line had me gasping. He will always, always love her! I liked the flow of this piece. The lines about the four walls with yesterday inside are so wistful. We can love again, we just create different compartments inside us to hold things in. Angi~

[Joyce S. Greene]

Wonderful , DrD. A poem to be read more than once and savored each time. Your last 2 lines are the perfect ones to express a love that, while now only one-sided, will endure forever.

[DrD]

Thank you, Joyce. I haven't seen you here before but you are always welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, i am just speechless over this poem...what intensity of imagery and love expressed...

perfectly written...

this moves me immensely.

[DrD]

Thank you for visiting me, Jacob. I always enjoy seeing you here and receiving your kind words.

[Rita L. Sev]

A beautiful story of real love, with all of its quirks and pains - that lasts. I am reminded of O. Henry's tale "The Last Leaf"...

[Lydia Shutter]

This poem has moved me to tears! Love is like a religion...something to believe in and something to turn to in times of strife. Now that she is gone, that note becomes even more precious. There is heartfelt emotion in every line of this one....such raw honest emotion! Poetry that is a cut above. Lydi**

[DrD]

I think when you have a past enriched by love, words come more easily. I can take no credit here. All my words were given to me but I appreciate yours very much.