Single Red Rose

 

She sits there with grace

Like a single red rose

In a bed of white carnantions.

One lonely tear

Trickles down her cheek

Like a raindrop gliding

Down a soft petal.

Does she not see the beauty

Her existence brings

To a world lost in the grey?

Being alone is not the result

Of blending in to this garden

But being a bloom amid permanent buds.

Not yet has she found that suitor

Worthy to smell the classy fragrence

That tickles the nose of humanity.

While all those carnations

Are good for a moment scented pleasure

That single rose is worthy

Of a lifetime of admiration.

 

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Dale, we certainly do see your soft and romantic side in this eloquent write of a lady of grace among a world that perhaps does not accept nor understand her. You have many lovely lines, but I especially like the line about the tear sliding down her cheek like a raindrop falling on the petals!
Very beautiful, and quite endearing!
This goes in my fav's file, as it is always a joy to read of the red rose of love!

[Georgia Gypsy]

How lovely this is! the imagry is so beautiful for certain every woman wants to be that red rose.
An eloquent poem from the depths of your poetic soul...

[cest la vie]

What an inspiring, lovely poem. I'm speechless at the beauty poem contains. I am going to grab some of these lines and memorize the. Truly a gifted write. I never knew you had this side. very nice.

[Skelasoldier]

Very nice use of personification and imagery in this poem, keep up the good work :D