wither.

All flowers dry up.

I'd rather wither

and be preserved

in your memories

as a beautiful rose

than be one of

the daisies you keep

pressed, forgotten,

between the crisp pages

of your yellowing

paperbacks.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

I like the idea behind this but I think the execution failed it.
Something I can't quite put my finger on - something in this part -
I'd rather wither
and be preserved
in your memories
as a beautiful rose

- for me, doesn't gel with the rest...

[Norbanus]

The blossoms glide so smoothly from your pen,
revealing pictures we have seen before.
but painted with a slightly different ken,
to keep us searching on for even more.

We find a clueless insect taking wing,
in search of blossoms as the green sets in,
and dead leaves scatter by the winds of spring,
acknowledging that new life will begin.

But we look forward past the dreaded snow,
imagining the daffodils at hand,
Now, we can thaw At least we think we know
the time of year when God gives us a hand.

Last summer's rose is rotted and decayed,
we wait another. (Hope it's not delayed.)

[E Hartfallow]

I liked this, very thought-provoking and straight to the point!

[The Iron Horseman]

I like this! Crisp, to the point, but very evocative! Nicely done.

[Alice Maria]

This is very creative. I enjoyed reading it.

[Anjali]

This is so creative and thoughtful! A beautiful poem!

[B]

Oh this is beyond stunning
I am stunned !!!!

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. This is truly amazing. I totally loved this. Very unique and thoughtful.

[witchofthisage]

thank you :)

[Najam Us Saher]

You are most welcome ☺