Shield

Nights are still long,
sleeping for moments,
awake most of the time.

There is a wall and a sword,
I'm in between.
A nightmare, a dark cloud passing by.
A bad dream coming true, 
nothing that I didn't expect.
Black roses crying tears growing petals everyday.
One petal is in my pocket,
I didn't put it there.

I want to see that day
where that black petal changes the colour.
Perhaps the blooming Spring 
let its fragance soon for me to 
be smelling a new air to be breathed.

The sword is in front, the wall behind, I'm the shield.
Not in a castle, I will fight as a knight with that black petal in my pocket.
Between winter and spring,
the knight's petal changes colour.

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Victor Buhagiar

January 31, 2024 at 2:16 AM

I must admit that this is a great poem. It is very original, very Eastern considering the clothes and a great image of a beautiful rose, apart from that I did not understand it, to my shame. A soup mail would help.

Maria Fernandez-Garcia

January 31, 2024 at 5:29 AM

Hello Victor, a soup mail was sent to you. Ok?. Hope that is useful to you. Thank you so much. Have a great dayxxx

Sotto Poet

January 29, 2024 at 7:05 PM

Maria, your poem is exquisitely crafted, displaying a profound understanding of history. It possesses a delightful and dreamlike quality that is truly captivating. Particularly, the imagery of black roses shedding tears and continuously blossoming. The enigmatic nature of this piece is enthralling. Warm regards and affectionate embraces.

Maria Fernandez-Garcia

January 30, 2024 at 12:50 AM

Thank you my dear Sotto for your warm comment. My blessings!