The Roses

The Roses

A Poem by luciddreamer

One beautiful sunny day,
In my garden I walked.
Delighting in all the aroma's,
my red roses happily sent.

 

Deciding to cut the beauties,
to put them in a vase,
So when my eyes would see them,
My heart would skip a beat.

 

Just a few days later,
As I could no longer take pleasure in the smell.
I saw the beauties had wilted,
Petals falling to the ground.

 

My eyes swelled with water.
My heart, it broke in two
Realising to bring me joy,
I ended their journey,

By my selfish attitude

© 2010 luciddreamer


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very touched.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Hello Luciddreamer,

A simple life of a rose can be made into a sad but exquisite story. I too could feel the little bit of agony from killing something you truely cherished. I wonder what it would be like to cherish something to elegant. Something so beautiful. Could I keep it alive.....or would I kill it.....

Regards,

Matthew

Posted 14 Years Ago


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that is some poignant..with I guess some deeper meaning..although they die after a while in the garden to!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I can feel the regret. Nicely done. The lack of punctuation threw me for a second, but only required a second reading to get straight. The garden imagery is nice but obviously applies to many other areas. Thanks for posting

Posted 14 Years Ago


oh I understand this intimately~ one of the greatest challenges for the human heart on this journey is to become selfless~ we so love our beautiful things that bring us pleasure~ the selfless aspect is the hardest to achieve~

beautiful~ deeply moving~ and you have painted the scene vividly before my eyes~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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