Crying Rose

Rain falls upon the full

blossom of an aging rose. 

Its bundle of petals hang

from  the stem as if it were

looking at its feet.

 

Sad in portrait, but so

beautiful she still is.  Rain falls

down her face like tear drops

from a sobbing child. 

 

Does a rose know when

her time draws near?  Does

she bow her head and say

a prayer to thank God for

the blessing He has bestowed

upon her?

 

More beauty does she carry

than Aphrodite.  More words

of love and romance does she

express than a de Bergerac

piece. 

 

You can paint a thousand

portraits, write a thousand poems

and never capture the essence

that is the rose.

 

As her blossomed head bows

a petal does fall.  An aging rose

cry’s as her time draws near. 

 

Yet her beauty will remain long

after she has laid herself to rest.

As she lay’s on a bed of rose

petals. 

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Incredible poem! You've brilliantly captured the essence of the rose in your imagery. Great work!

[James Tincher]

Thank you very much...

[Mek & the Infinite Madn..]

her beauty will forever be kept in memories. lovely piece.

[James Tincher]

Thanks, I really appreciate it.

[Holly Mason]

I really enjoyed this piece
thank you much for sharing
I love roses but the writing with it..I could smell them

[James Tincher]

Thanks... I was trying to capture the beauty in a rose no matter where it is in its life cycle. even after it has passed, it is still beautiful.