Elaine George Poet Personification

A Dozen Roses

So beautiful
When first they bloomed
Their fragrant breath
Dispelling gloom 
A dozen roses 
Drinking natures wine 
From a crystal vase
 
Dewy lips 
Of velvet red
Pursed with every word
 He said
Their sultry whispers
 Flowing through my mind
Intoxicating me

Each petal pulsing
With regret
Trying hard to help me 
To forget
His lies
His infidelity
As they try to hide
the thorns below

But all in vain
As once again
I watch those petal wilt
And die 
As tears fall on
another empty dawn


Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada 

Written:  May,19,2014

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James Fraser July 25, 2015 at 12:15 PM It makes me smile widely poetry such as this with the Rose centered as the write. Love this Elaine, it's made my day, hugs always//James xx Elaine George July 25, 2015 at 1:22 PM Hi James, It was my pleasure. Thank you for stopping by. Elaine

Faye Gibson May 25, 2014 at 6:43 PM Very lovely and emotionally compelling writing, Enjoyed this very much. Thanks for your kind visit.

Andrea Dietrich May 20, 2014 at 3:59 PM first, thanks for what you said about me and Mr. Frost. I loved that because he is a magnificent poet. Now for your poem: wow, now that I have seen it, this is such a great way to describe the sadness that cannot be disguised by a rose bouquet. There is such symbolism in roses. I love using them in poetry. I gave my mom deep red ones this year . A much different symbolism than in this poem! Elaine George May 20, 2014 at 4:28 PM Yes! I agree, roses are a wonderful symbolism that allows one to express many different emotions. Thank you for your comments, Andrea. Much appreciated. Lainie.

Sara Kendrick May 20, 2014 at 6:28 AM Very expressive and emotive work..I can feel the emptiness and loneliness..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara..My daddy could just crack us up with those little sayings sometimes...Everytime now when I see an older man walk straddle legged I think about what daddy said..Sara Elaine George May 20, 2014 at 6:33 AM Hi, Sara. My dad has been gone for nearly 11 years, but I see him as clearly today as if he had never left, thanks to your poem.. Thank you for the memory. Love, Lainie

Saba Khan May 20, 2014 at 6:24 AM They look so cute together in a bunch but soon they're dead...very well :) good to know your care about roses :) GBU :) Wishes---