A Dying Rose

A Dying Rose 

By: Adam M. Snow 

Helplessly I wait upon the hour, drawing closely;

I, myself ponder tremendously.

Do my eyes deceive what once was a rose?

And by that, does it be a rose no longer?

I speak to be heard once more,

and once more to be heard by that rose.

But I cannot see that of the beauty of her face,

yet her eyes glances swiftly beyond my essence.

Could it be? Oh could it be,

that my essence is enough to guide thee?

I am but one in groups of many,

she sees not I but one in twenty.

She is that of a dying rose,

shedding that of blackened petals;

a black rose, I say so myself.

Doomed by what the world gave to thee;

a single tear drop, which falls and taints the ground.

And by that passing hour; she, herself would wilt away.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

eloquent and Sad. Has an old world feel to it. Well penned prosey/poetry here. Peace

[Ubiquitous]

I love it, the beginning drew me in and the end summed everything up perfectly. Well done!

[Ripple of Aqua]

This is so graphic in its depictions, great work. I very much love: "A single tear drop, which falls and taints the ground. And by the passing hour; she, herself would wilt away." That was just spectacular.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

You bring beauty into this, I love how you played with the word of "A Dying Rose" just like your title.

[Amila Jay]

A lovely write:-)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thoughful with a healthy injection of surmised intelligence and vigor, well done, good read.

[Spookers]

OMGness! I love this. It is very moving. I like the picture you chose to go with it as well

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WoW! this was a beautiful piece of a flower :D i liked it it was very beautiful sad but it was a great analogy to a woman :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A black rose mean death and sadness. I like the way you told this story and the very good ending. No weakness in this outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Raven Starhawk]

Such a wonderful array of words...