The Wilting Rose

To my wife, and her success in the face of her struggles.

There was a rose here

I saw it often standing there

Colors that faded

All else

An aroma so sweet

No other smell mattered

Petals so soft

No down could comfort

 

It had wilted

But not dead

A dulled maroon

So melancholy

That aroma gone

Lost from my nose

Dry petals standing stiff

To break with a touch

 

It made me sad

Seeing this rose

To wilt away

I cannot leave it

In loneliness

So I sit in wait

And wanting

for a sign of life

 

Gold rays warm

The water quenches

Weeds sent to rot

Bugs scurry away

Distraction fades to naught

I hope and watch

Never leaving

I know it will come back

 

The sagging bulb looks up

Brightest reds ignite

Breathe that sweet aroma

Soft against my skin

The rose returns

To give perfection

Room to improve

And it reminds me of you

Reviews

[Katie Thew]

Beauty truly admired in its determined perfection! Love the last 4 lines!!

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Such a wonderful, moving piece. I enjoyed this, nicely done.

[Siren]

This is moving and wonderful; an absolute great write. The words are gentle, as you spin a hopeful story on friendship, love, and new beginnings. What a wonderful write!

[J.Truth]

"It had wilted
But not dead
A dulled maroon
So melancholy"

I love this phrase and it brought out a great image in my head. Overall this poem was descriptive and the wording was sublime.

I can't help but think that this write was more than just about a wilted flower.. :)
A great write, I enjoyed reading this.

-Truth