A Bed of Dying Roses

A poem about the power of love

A bed of slowly dying roses, wan

    With paucity of prickles, bright and young

Lay dry, gorging on tears that fall upon

    The earth, but suddenly a maiden sung

 

And with her gentle voice that rose above

    The clouds, white stags most swift and soft and lithe

The roses, dead, arose with strengthened love

    Like Spring’s first blush, most fair and warm and blithe

 

And then the fair-voiced maiden fled to night

    Away across the moon and the gold sun

And now the roses stand tall with red pride

    The fair-voiced maiden knows her deed she’s done

 

And whenever blossoms are dying black

    Frail and faint under death’s tattered wing

The maiden of love, o, she will come back

    And with the voice of love, once more she’ll sing…

Reviews

[wordwarrior]

I love this poem. I loved your imagery and that special way you wove your words. It read like a sonnet and maybe it can be of that family.
Love how you personified Spring and thank goodness she always comes back.
Lovely poem

[icelandicblue]

A lovely poem of beauty and renewal. I enjoyed the assembly of your words and the interesting words that you chose to rhyme.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is beautiful, Gleb. Your lovely imagery tells a sweet tale of love's end - and its renewal.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Tom]

From despair and misery comes hope and joy !

Love is all encompassing and consuming and such a powerful invigorating emotion so well exemplified in this poem!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much for your kind words.

[Abdul Aziz]

Suddenly forlorn and suddenly happy, this poem twists and turns its way into the reader's consciousness. It is almost like a cinematic cut, where from the dying roses, we divert our attention to this "maiden's" most spectacular song and magic, and when she leaves, we are thrust back into the mudane everyday. So many thoughts, expressed so very well. Great!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much for your kind words.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

When we feel the song has ended, someone else is hearing the words. We all have our moments to dance and moments to rest. Still, the perfume lingers ...

The shadow of sadness if swallowed by the sun.

Wonderfully penned!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind winds.

[Sami Khalil]

I like the imagery and the classic feel of this wonderful poem...Thank you for penning...:)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...........