Roses in His Hands - 2017

I was reading a book, and one line popped out from the page and inspired me to write this poem "And like roses in his hand, death bloomed" This was just a quick draft...

With those words,

she shattered him into the

darkness.

She clipped his wing

and let him spill out into the

void.

But like roses in his hands,

he grew back together 

again.

He lifted his head,

blind eyes searching for 

his armor.

And he found it

scattered across time.

He took it and put it back together

again.

No protection did it offer

for it was made of mere hope

but to the weak it gave light.

And the roses in his hands can bloom.

Author's Note

Please feel free to give constructive criticism. I would also advise reading it aloud once at least.

Reviews

[Silmara McGarry]

First, I love the title, and then: *But like roses in his hands,
he grew back together
again.*, this lane is wonderful, together with all the poem.

Well done!!!
:-)
Sil

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hope is pretty strong when it comes down to it...
hope and faith that things can get better, that we can rebuild ourselves after someone has broken us down..
love the way you used your inspiration here.
j.