Birth of a red rose

 

Empty trees and frozen dreams,

Pushed by wind with a winter scheme,

Branches waving; scratching windows,

Desires breathing dreams within me;

 

Ice in my veins thaw, then draw;

The blood to the River of Thor ,

Forsaken- amidst among a forgotten freeze,

My disease trembles, I await the unforeseen-

 

Blast the warmth of spring and I may wither!

But the waters hold an abode beneath the trepid ,

If the still and sullen sweat cease from the sky;

The dream may shorten the sight from your eye,

 

Lights, shifting - shining through the cringing clouds,

Sounds, faint, develop and devour the dark demise,

What surprise! The first growth grooms a bleeding red rose-

Pain and death of winter eroded… and life- then, arose.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

Beautiful and vivid imagery in this piece. A very deep write.

My disease trembles, I await the unforeseen

To tremble and feel so much emotion from pain, I hope you wait for the answered prayer.

Your words, once again, speak to me.

[Forest Green]

Sometimes your work calls to mind T.S. Elliot. Very good, mysterious aspect with words that are newly mated...;)

Excellent!

[~crazy Beautiful~]

Excellent imagery here, love this
"Forsaken- amidst among a forgotten freeze"
brilliant
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[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

great piece - fantastic images of winter turning to spring

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Wow, that was great! The title definitely caught my attention because I love roses! The style is great because it flowed smoothly and the imagery you used was absolutely phenomenal! You ended perfectly as well. :) "Bleeding red rose"... my favorite phrase of this poem! ^^ Thanks for posting! It was my utmost pleasure in reading and reviewing!

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[Clouded in Hopeful Illu..]

I love the end. It really catches my attention. I don't think you could have ended it better.

I like the fact that you used reference to the Celtic god Thor. Not many people do homework on the things they write and I find it important.

Thank you for sharing this.

[None]

"Branches waving; scratching windows, Desires breathing dreams within me;"...your words here paint a perfect cold, winter picture. A storyline within the poem, and then a message of warmth and hope at the end. Extremely well written!