Dust on Roses

Valentine's Day 2010

My heart was a dead rose that refused to be shattered by the wind. 

And you became the wind, breathing into my soul, so one by one, those faded petals were free. One by one, as autumn withered from Earth's ancient guardians, roses turned to dust that lingered in the cold October breeze.

And so dust became the earth, becoming one with fallen leaves. Dust flew through the cosmos, across endless grasslands, beyond moonless nights 'neath Oriental skies, until it found its home.

Embraced by the earth, warmed by the sun, and kissed by the rain, from dust, it came. From dust bloomed a secret garden of blood roses, forever one with the wind. 

Reviews

[Kimberly R. Larkins]

The first line seems so powerful to me. I really like the flow of the third stanza "And so dust... untuil it found its home." The ending just seems to :embrace" the entire poem. Well done. Enjoyed reading, and contemplating the imagery delivered with your words.

[Rahul]

What a powerful piece it is. Words're so smooth and nicely penn'd. your creativity and imaginary both're awesome and i'd love to read your some more stuffs.
great job.100/100

[JRB]

sweet write nicely put

[Dante Balsote]

"And they shall become one."

And the longer the wind kept on blowing, the oftener the rose experienced those moments of oblivion when her leaves were no longer falling, but flying. Away with the wind. Those were blessed moments.

[solo2be]

Great write, The imagery you use throughout this poem is amazing.