Debbie Duncan Poet Blank verse

A Rose

A rose for her grave.
Isn't that what she heard them say?
Soft and chaste, love gets sweeter.

Seven till midnight it read.
Can't you see the shadows bite? 
Can't you see the light pouring in?

Under blue windows just beyond the stars.
Can't I just lie here for a little while?
Won't you lay here with me till morning light?
Only then I'll have my independence from you. 




Friday, July 17th, 2015 3:30 pm

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Punnia Viswan Bhatia November 11, 2015 at 1:51 AM Whoa..enchanting..love this so much.. :) thank you Debbie... God bless

Anne-Lise Andresen August 25, 2015 at 2:48 PM - A lovely and touching poem dear friend Debbie - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Robert Lindley August 14, 2015 at 9:23 PM This my friend is a fine and deep poem. "Under blue windows just beyond the stars" Perfect verse....A7

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2015 at 3:42 PM this is a mysterious one, Deb. With a beautiful flavor!!

James Fraser July 25, 2015 at 12:50 PM Powerful piece Debbie, thoroughly enjoyed reading, James :)

Duke Beaufort July 24, 2015 at 6:03 AM There is a transition from life to death. It should be a pleasant one if possible. We just lost my mother-in-law this past week. She was suffering so her pain is over. She is alive in others who new her in some way and some pieces of her are in her offspring. It's the price we pay for being what we are. Painful to think about it sometimes. I hope you are well.