Edward Ford Poet Prose Poetry

Dark Rose

Dark rose
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Early one unremarkable morning
Just as Lord Apollo's chariot was rising
Alas as always, I took the tedious walk
Into my once and forever beloved garden 
For years milady to me has been an obsidian taunting
Of what I had taken for granted now lost, perhaps forever
Yet by blood and sweat I tend her needs just the same
I awoke this dawn just wondering, if she had bloomed
This one simplicity I desire and seek as one gone mad
The life giving rays of the sun, provider of much to scores
Brought their welcomed warmth and more
But to me for a time without measure no light or hope
Still obstinate and wanting into the garden I stroll
As daily I do seeking their haunting scent
The friendly and loving ghost of many years passed
Since my search for thy elusive blossom
So much have I gained yet little was lost while waiting, 
Anticipating her pleasing velvet touch
While going through the motions with little yet much care
A sharp and sudden prick of the thorn brings me to here and now
Where I wish to be, the loss I cling to has broken as waves on a cliff
Sticky and warm my fingers are, nostrils and palate 
Taste half of what was sought pollen and blood
Today she blooms as my quest is no more
In the solitary morning eclipse
I caress her and thank him for deliverance 
For she is my sign of brighter days yet to come 
My beautiful dark rose.

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