Yellow roses

to my friend derry. Yellow roses, a symbol of friendship

Sometimes

We hear peaceful sound of a babbling brook

Only to realize that it is the sound of the wind running through the trees,

Disturbing us from a dream,

That tricked us into staying under the ancient Willow tree.

 

Sometimes

If you look up just in time,

You catch that malicious grin from the wind, right in the center of your heart.

Watching the long ago sayings of friendship being dragged away on its tail- prisoner.

 

Soon,

Aren't we standing in the middle of a withering yellow rose field, rotting roots from

 Weeping Willow crying over head.

Wondering if friendship was ever really a prisoner or a pawn.

Preparing to bury in this field

Our child like perception of how things should be (Goodbye Summer dreams)

 

-But sometimes

(When God smiles on us)

Things begin to stir

When someone like you changes things from what they were.

When Summer dreams,

Become Summer memories.

Knowing

When we hear the soul stirring sound of a God given creation,

It WILL be the sound of flowing waters.

Uprooting weeping Willows,

Bringing to life yellow roses blooming in the spring of our friendship.

 

In these experiences we learn,

That friendship can never be a prisoner neither should it be a pawn.

But when shared between the right people,

It is a blessing from God.

 

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To derry :)

Author's Note

yellow roses are a symbol of friendship.
Willow trees are sometimes a symbol of saddness/depression.
Hope that helps in understanding:)

Reviews

[nevermindfan1991]

This was simply beautiful, stunning, and quite profound. This has to be one of my favorite poems. I read it twice because it was both enticing and interesting. Well written with vivid imagery you were able to express the true meaning and essence of friendship. It was an amazing write. I'm glad you shared this with me. Great Job!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. You took me on a good journey with your words.
"When we hear the soul stirring sound of a God given creation,
It WILL be the sound of flowing waters.
Uprooting weeping Willows,
Bringing to life yellow roses blooming in the spring of our friendship."
Life is like a river and white rose. We must keep going forward and try to see the beauty in a day or a smile. Complete poem was amazing. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dove]

You did a beautiful job on this poem. I love the symbols (friendship, sadness, depression) amazing

[Tasha]

This was a wonderful symbol of friendship, sadness, and depression. It was wonderful.
♥ Ta'Shandra