Like a Folded Rose
Sometimes, I am like a folded red rose,
in deep sadness I wrap my wings;
and safe I linger as rose petals close.
where all my grief in my heart clings.
Though, a rose is quite divine- the scent blows,
and thoughts of funerals it brings;
the sweet smell speaks to me of death's repose,
with each death my heart sadly sings.
But, there are days when I can leave my throes,
the petals opening to things;
and I am able to dwell with shadows,
finding birds still sing like harp strings.
"I hold a velvet red rose to my nose,
for life is like a thousand violins. "
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November 15, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Like A Folded Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1406-655-15
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Rose
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 11/17/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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