Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatern

A Brittle Rose

I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know

We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase

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Richard Lamoureux November 26, 2014 at 6:41 PM Great imagery Barbara.

Frederic Parker November 25, 2014 at 11:12 AM Nicely done Barbara, to capture a moment in time with clarity, the fact that in the poem you still have the roses says something..

Daver Austin November 25, 2014 at 9:39 AM Nothing quite so dry that can bring wet tears as a "Brittle Rose." Great stuff, Barb Daver Austin November 25, 2014 at 9:40 AM Oh! and love to you, daver

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders November 25, 2014 at 9:23 AM A poignant write so beautifully expressed...real life with all its messiness can change relationships...so sad. Hugs, Rhonda

Brenda Meier-Hans November 25, 2014 at 8:04 AM Memories time cannot erase. So sad Barbara. Good luck in the contest.

Jan Allison November 25, 2014 at 6:39 AM Beautiful imagery yet oh so sad - my husband has never brought me roses - guess after 25 years I'd panic if he ever did lol:-) Hugs jan xx