One Last Rose
glanced at one last rose in my garden!
deep crimson velvety petals -
incandescent as luminous horizon at sunset,
mystifying as the shadow of amber clouds
glowing as the colour of my pulsating, fluttering heart ~
at the delightful thoughts of being with my beloved.
summer is leaving ~
magical rose bush almost abandoned...
one last flower
bursting with radiant hues,
still smiling a ravishing smile ~
last dance of a ballerina ~
a jubilant performance of a creative soul,
before the curtain finally drops and
the performer fades away with a departing bow.
reminding the inevitability of separation, decay and death.
It is alone and lonely...
swaying and twirling on a brittle branch
final witness of the rejoicing,
I see the solitary beauty, bravely waiting to join its clan.....
I will wait to see the resurgence of a new bud ~
I will wait, and not despair.
Edited From " Last Rose" (written on November 30, 2020)
For "Rose" Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liquori
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