The Frost Bitten Rose

Tightly closed, the petals warm
the autumn heart that summer lost ~
a blackened bud, once struck with cold
      appears to others dead,
but burns within - a passionate soul,
and heart of bright and crimson red!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
November 25, 2024 at 1:12 PM
Hi Craig, first two lines a lovely read and going beyond is exquisite, love your theme! , Olive.. :)
Radhakrishna Avatar
November 21, 2024 at 11:54 AM
lovely write! Congrats on top win!
Gasun Avatar
November 12, 2024 at 5:45 AM
Stunning write my dear poet friend. Congratulations on your top win! Thanks for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs
Seeker Avatar
November 11, 2024 at 8:53 PM
Beautiful, a fav for me, warmest congratulations on your top win, Craig
mysore Avatar
November 11, 2024 at 6:05 PM
I see layers of meaning in these lines, apart from describing a frost bitten rose. Tightly closed-unable to express one's feelings as before; petals warm-warmhearted;autumn heart-old age; summer lost-youth;blackened bud-miseries, sadness or grief;struck with cold- misfortune, weakened health; appears to others dead-when others feel our existence useless; burns within- being aware of importance of one's very life. Passionate. I see awesome philosophy here dear poet. My Fav. awesome perception.
Crandall Avatar
November 11, 2024 at 9:09 AM
Nice one Craig!
Lawless Avatar
September 28, 2024 at 8:45 AM
my wife and I call them "our September roses"....struggling for one moment in the sun....nicely done Craig
Sharma  Avatar
September 28, 2024 at 7:05 AM
This is just a phenomenal piece dear Craig.. I really love how you've illustrated such delicate details and personified the emotions of heart in such an impeccable way. Often, those souls which have been struck by hailstorms for too long appear to be lacking sentiments and mirror a dead existence, as numbness often makes their hopeful vision hazy. "the autumn heart that summer lost ~", "but burns within - a passionate soul..heart of bright and crimson red!" Those ending lines just hued magic ~
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