Of Rose and Forest

I look upon a world of love

where everything makes sense.

I see the rose that climbs so green

adorn the garden fence.

To speak of crimson folds of life

defies all definition

but rosy hue does beckon me

delve humbly to expression.

There seems a gentle gathering

sun, magnificently rayed

to swim the depths of petal blood

the deepest red in shade.

The senses power over me

awash in all its form

to hold the rose so close to nose

and know its subtle warmth.

Late bloomer then surprise the air

with all the charms you muster

Compete with clouds that hang mid-air

to give this garden luster.

There in this sight you'll wait for me

until we find our way.

We'll open then the garden gate.

Within the forest stay.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of the "widow's lament in springtime" by william carlos williams....but more about how the couple met 30 some year before the widow wrote her sad poem of his passing...
beautiful piece...i think you meant "its" rather than "it's" in those two spots...at least that is how i read it.

i am sure he will wait....after reading this poem....he must wait.

[Botania]

Right. Thank you. Your view is interesting. Read the "Lament," but this one is more about being in love with what's waiting outside. Remember our talk about escaping through pretending being better than a hangover? Here the girl in the poem is meeting a special someone, even if it isn't real and only in her thoughts. Thank you for review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like i said, it reminded me of it, but only in the sense of what would have happened when they first met---not 35 years after they marry and she became a widow..and yes, the fantasy can surely be better than a hangover from reality...

it's a really good piece.

[Botania]

idk. Part of me wants to hide in that forest all the time, but thank you.