Laura Hew Poet I do not know?

The Preserved Rose

Your Love
has become
the arid rose, that I preserved
from that day, when I was Ill.
You brought them then, when your love was most pure


Do you remember that warm, delicious glow
Summer

We lay in the grass soaked with dew
staring at the stars, crickets singing
as crickets often do
We lay hand in hand together.. 


Do you remember when our love was new?



Then fall came upon us

Fire Red Leafs, and the harvest moon?

I cannot remember a time, where I fell more in love with you?


Then Snowflakes glistend and fell from the sky

We grew apart, and I didn't understand why

Fragile like my heart
The Rose broke apart
Cold,
unforgiving wind,

swept it from my grasp

never to be seen again

Hands shaking

as I watch the Geese fly far from here

Angry girl your bitterness
 
numbing hyperthermia, will kill your sweetest smile


I miss you today, and for always

but 
roses

can

never grow

when winter is so unforgiving

and hopeless

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Sandy Schermerhorn December 8, 2008 at 5:11 PM wonderful write from begining to end loved it

Serenity D'Nae Montgomery December 8, 2008 at 9:26 AM Your poem is really really good :)

John Rhinem December 8, 2008 at 5:41 AM Such a soul searching write this is Laura~written with wonderful form and grace, as I have come to expect from you! Although, perhaps its time to move forward--for what life does yesterday truly hold? Can memories breathe? Can memories dream? You are a wonderful writer~let it become your breath, as you now breathe for others--"Happy Holidays Dear, Love Always, John!"~Bye:)

John Rhinem December 8, 2008 at 5:34 AM "Hello Beautiful Laura Hew~Happy Holidays Dear Lady!"~What a wonderfully soulful write here--saddened, but straight from the deepened heart! Worth another read, and another read, I believe--just to touch you, as nearly as can be!? "But roses can never grow, when winter is so unforgiving and hopeless"~Oh how so very true~cont~