Emily a Rose Mr

This poem is written in tribute to Emily Dickinson 1830-1886 Each petal dropped softly on paper of white Though day through the window It oft seemed twilight The precious rose blossomed She heard a fly buzz In her microcosm Past her dreams of A love that once was Tears dropped on her pillow which moistened her cheeks From hopes now she hid there For days then......for weeks... Fleeting months stretched To years. Petal by Petal Fell, each one to endear The precious rose grew Yet hidden from eyes Petals were hidden Amid quiet sighs Did ever she feel To be in a bog? Claiming her self being no public frog? Nobody There Nobody Knew Nobody Cared Are you Nobody too? The Rose inside my heart, Her Sweet petals impart She Arose From her place Of Emily's Glass Vase Poem updated for THE ROSE INSIDE MY HEART Poetry Contest Hosted By Mystic Rose Some of the lines in my poem are in reference to Emily's poems. Referenced poems By Emily Dickinson are I heard a Fly buzz and I'm Nobody! Who are you? Though Emily has become a most beloved poetess, her poems were found after her death. It has been surmised that she had withdrawn after suffering a broken heart, and rarely left her home. I find it amazing that she thought that she was nobody, as we all know, she was indeed somebody, so very special that generations hold her beautiful poems (I refer to her poems as petals) close to our hearts. As to Emily herself, I see her as a beautiful rose, in her home, the vase; a vase of clear glass, for she could see so much from her enclosed life. Contemplating the smallest things which are miraculous enough in themselves. My tribute is small, but my admiration is unequivocally vast for the beautiful poetess Emily Dickinson.