The red roses are next

My first impression of nature

Was fearing the presence of thorns

Communicating indelicate feelings

Red roses in passionate tongue

 

To cure the diseased pink roses

Petals as illustrations of worth

Not friends from my observations

Bereft of feelings of love

 

A permanent loss of vitality

But when did they die?

When was the moment of death?

The two are not the same to me

 

Been through several wars

Now in the care of the dead

Dying will redirect you here

And the red roses are next

Reviews

[Hayley]

Once again, I'm impressed, which is a big deal :)
The "diseased pink roses" to the red roses, simply a great path of destruction in this poem. The more I think about it, the more this is open to multiple interpretations. It can be taken as a more individual standpoint, a conflict within oneself to "cure the diseased pink roses," the notion of worthlessness. Someone needs to take a risk without "fearing the presence of thorns" from the "first impression of nature." That interpretation can be applied to an aspect of love as well (such a hopeless romantic).
Or, I can view this as the slow decay of ones internal being as portrayed by the exterior. The pink roses are the few aspects of a person that are diseased; this person is slowly dying on the inside, fearing for the good or positive aspects of the personality to succumb to the conflict.
I love a poem that can make me think, analyze it over and over. Well, well, done.

[AK]

Nice thought about roses..

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I really like how you played with the roses in this poem. Very nice, each line and stanza is nicely written.

[hmm]

such an intriguing pondering piece.
I really enjoyed this. It's deep.

[Lilmissfit]

Love how you word it, great flow, beautiful comparison of nature and life. I love the twist! great write! :)

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

Very profound poetry here , really well written , well done :)

[jennifer little]

good job

[Priscilla Sayers]

I like the cross reference of roses with death, thorns with love, in a whole the emotional chaos of humanity wrapped up in for verses. There is beauty and tragedy in life and also in death. Nicely done.
Still rusty on reviewing so bear with me:)

[FireFly]

Wow. My favorite stanza is the third...the moment of death is not the same as dying..so true, and so profound! Love it:)

[Ruth]

Oh wow!
A stunning piece :) Sometimes to face the answers and life, the thorns have to sting a little...
Wonderful work!
xoxo