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A Winter Rose - A Sonnet

I walk through the glistening virgin snow
That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death 
Where I find on a bush a frozen rose  
Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath 

How I long to touch those petals again 
Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss 
Opened in passion whispering my name 
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss 

Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow 
And hold it closely to my aching heart
And free it from that ice so bitter cold 
That now my love keeps you and me apart

But if I were to pluck this winter rose 
Would all its petals fall upon the snow? 


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010

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Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed

Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed
(Tribute To That Greatest Of Love, A Mother's)

Blue-cold morns rising to light a fire
mother, cooked on wood stove truly ancient.
She out of sweetest of love's truest desire
provided nourishing food so patient.

Not asking praise for her unselfish deeds
washing dirty clothes in an old wash-pan.
By love's examples she planted new seeds
windy-flames of reliance such did fan.

Now time, with its many decades have flown
beloved mom, passed on to her reward.
We, her thriving huge brood, are now all grown,
feel her love and know why she worked so hard.

Knowing she sees how deeply she is missed
we thank her, each beloved face she kissed.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2017


I started this poem back in May, 2017. I finished the last two verses this morn. 
Hesitant to post because I feel it is not worthy enough but alas (!), I also know with my meager writing talent , I can do no better.
Thus, with my wife's prodding, I post and pray it is deem worthy as a tribute by all that read and love ever so dearly their own wonderful and loving mothers! 

Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose

He the gardener she the rose
She was only flower he chose
Days he gave her his very best
Under moonlight glow they both rest.

With great care he keeps her from harm
Always enamored by her charm
Whenever she mentions her thirst
Sate her needs, he is always first.

At dawn's first calling she wakes up
Her petals with his hands he cups
With true love, admiring her grace
This dark world together they face.

His life for her beauty so fair.
Together, love's beauty they share.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017 

Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet,
8 syllable lines
.. a. a. b. b. . . c. c. d. d. . . e. e. f. f. . . g. g

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 	88

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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By Any Other Name

If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!

From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.

But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.

Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.

The rose is definitely my favorite flower!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Rose and the Thorn

I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose 

Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone

Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree

Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.


                    Author:  Elaine George

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

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A Single Rose

For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.

Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.

And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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My Juliet

Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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I am a Red Rose

Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall My stem of strength tipped enlightening please Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I For every dawn allures my stem to sprung In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow . The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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His True Love Rose

Across the rink that winter evening stood,
against a wall, a rose, in freezing cold.
So striking in her pose, beneath her hood
two cheeks had stolen glow from sunshine’s gold.

Upon this diamond bloom he cast his eyes;
released his hockey stick and ran to greet
his shining rose, by far his sweetest prize
and comfort in the times of his defeat.

And as he came to her, she did not stir
until the crunch of feet on snow she heard.
She limped on damaged legs toward him, a blur
she viewed through lenses thick. . . “Hello,” she slurred.

No limits hold true love.  He took his gem,
and held in warm embrace that flower’s stem.

For PD's "A True Love Poem" Poetry contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Winter's Afterglow Collaboration with Mystic Rose

Awaken, white and yellow daffodils
Entice the honeybees and butterflies
Bring back the blue birds to my window sill
So I can hear those spring time lullabies

Arouse oh robins, welcome in the green
I long to smell the scent of fresh cut grass
Just splash some color, nothing too obscene
A harbinger that winter soon will pass 

Arrange the sun, that it may tilt just so 
upon my shoulders warm as summer's eve  
The spring ensues the winter's afterglow 
And brings with it a touch of sweet receive
Let colors dance together in our dreams
And bathe with love's ensemble by the stream 

 Written by Mystic Rose and Daniel Turner
Thank you Vie for collaborating with me on this sonnet.

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Moments in Bubble

In the distant sea, a misty vista
Wearing a shroud of pale blue illusion
It sends forth silhouette of fiesta
A wake-up call for my faint sensation

On goes the red and pink pursuit for more
Shades of beauty in our daily struggle
A tango of time in tide on the shore
Rustling sounds in the moments of bubble

With the red rose tucked in your bun of hair
The wild wind keen to dislodge your sari
We are aloof in our velvet armchair
Distress accrues in your tense inquiry

The woodpecker looking for more and more
Let’s turn on to answer the purple door

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

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Mercy, a sonnet

Is this then all there is now, only me
And all there is now left for me to do 
Cry ‘mercy’ to the unforgiving sea
And bury all the love I had for you
Beneath the sorry roses in the shade
Of yew trees, in the graveyard, by the wall
Let tenderness and fondest feelings fade
Until the day there is no you at all
Within my mirror, only empty sky
And tumbleweed across the arid ground
No answer to the question of my cry
Just silence; oh my love, in you I found
A heat too sweet and gentle to forget
Have mercy on me, love, don’t leave me yet

© Gail Foster 2016


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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A Smiling English Rose - For Jan

Come smile for me my English Rose come smile,
love is in your heart and peace you do share,
lie with me in dream’s repose for a while,
while lost within your beauty i do care.

Lying by your side on emerald green,
lost within our dreams in love’s own domain,
always together in every scene,
we lay ourselves down on hilly terrain.

Let me lose myself in your passioned eyes,
my heart it beats in tandem with your own,
in our dreams there shall never be goodbyes,
and love shall never feel all on its own.

Love does come within a dream heaven knows,
the beauty of A Smiling English Rose.

(Dreams Of Tomorrow Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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You Are The Rose - For Lynn Marie

Before my eyes you are the blessed rose,
the most beautiful flower in life’s garden,
love within your heart it forever flows,
the sun your blessed rose does enlighten.

You are beauty and your flower it does bloom,
you do smile and you become glory’s sun,
when you smile on the world there is no gloom,
the rose opens her flower and love begun.

Come let me breathe in your essence complete,
i breathe in your scent and my heart does live,
i kiss your divine lips a kiss so sweet,
for the glory of your rose all i give.

You are the rose in your beauty you stand,
the queen of flowers now give me your hand.

(Peaceful Dreams Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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A Rose In The Sun - For Connie

A rose in the sun its beauty shining,
the sun now shines with such tenderness,
a rose in its joy ever crying,
tears of joy they come with each caress.

Dance into my heart in golden sunlight,
we do feel the love that we both now share,
you are the precious rose before my sight,
in dream we show each other love and care.

In a dream of summer your light is gold,
gently holding your hand we walk the beach,
a dream’s love story ever to be told,
now lessons from our heart we both can teach.

I wait for the sunset when day is done,
you then walk with me in the summer sun.

(Pools Of Love Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death

Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death

No great fire, yet get the water hose
decayed words fall in ancient settled dust.
As they break under weight of new age prose
in modern shone light are we now to trust?

No riper fruit to be sweetly savored
classic poetry is now scorned as rust.
New age ink, tis now the new gem favored
ill winds destroy more with every huge gust.

Birds of Paradise show only dull gray
old vineyards no longer make treasured wine.
Sun illuminates brighter the long day,
bow to new masters and all will be fine.

If allowed, new-age will destroy the past.
With such broken foundations, what house can last?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2017
Sonnet( Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death?)
Nay say I, Fate controls death yet we control our souls and heart

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Rose for all Seasons


As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet

Copyright © Amera Andersen | Year Posted 2007

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Moon Rose

A moonbeam there, beyond my sash alights upon the rose. It shows in angled, shadowed light the bloom in sweet repose. Red, now black as the deepest night, sleeps ethereal this night. Amid stark thorns, this velvet womb, lends mystique to the sight. The midnight air does draw a breath, to sip a sweet perfume. A cloud slides cross a moons pale face, lends stars to bless the bloom.

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2013

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This Human Heart

My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day

His Human Heart He laid red rose upon white casket Tears were hidden behind dark glasses People are such righteous asses This question I just had to ask it A wounded heart will not outlast it This human life quickly passes This human dream was love’s excess Why was his love so very wrong? Gender doesn’t really matter Human dreams are still shattered He laid red rose upon white casket Was their love so very wrong? The question I just had to ask it His human heart still sang love’s song.

Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012

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Sweet Flowers of May

Sweet flowers of May how you do entice 
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthrall sharp and minty

Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derriere

Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds

Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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The Fragile Rose Cornish Sonnet

A fragile rose beneath a lost moon, cries
Its loving stem of life has been broken
Torn by a hand passing and left to die
Her sad leaves are turning brown and falling
Knows love will never flower, unspoken
And yet hears whispered loneliness calling

Memories turn silent, finally dies
While quiet hurried flights of fireflies slow 
Caught by summer's wind, leaves tumble and spin
While reasons and goodbye are fading sight
Bending and wilting, the rose lost its glow
Casting shadow, turning day into night

This fragile rose beneath a lost moon,cries
Memories turn silent, finally dies

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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The only rose

After the wild roses stopped to bloom,
I visited your backyard each afternoon.
I counted the thorns of your rose tree,
wondering if a new bud I would see…
You didn’t come and lean by the window,
combing your hair under the afterglow.
The night wind carried you to me instead,
as I pillowed my head on the root’s thread.
You left the door open on the morrow,
when a new pink rose started to grow.
Should I leave the rose – young and pure -
or Should I follow your lead – 
                                             The future
gave to me no more than one queen
blossoming in a garden left unseen.

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013

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The Rose

Lay down the spoon and still the hand that shakes
the smell of cooking mixed with that of fear
eyes reddened, wide, haunted expression make
await a fury fuelled by drugs and beer.
Self worth crushed long ago by vicious tongue
of loving parent's warning took no heed
her bruises say they were right all along
in symphony with her both their hearts bleed.
On garden bench she sat and sought recess
bent forward, hands clenched, pinned between her knees
fighting to quell the tightness in her chest
belaboured  heart rate slowed, she drank the breeze.
Before her, nodding back in sympathy
once cuttings, propagated  in their bed
now standing proud amidst the greenery
a solitary bloom in vivid red.
Years past they graced the altar, happy day
the ceremony over, left in peace
one rose remains from times when love held sway
companion for her in rare times of peace
Plucked ,she held the stem and asked the flower
'through which door and how long 'till real love comes?
Pray, am I  to languish in his power?'
the answer in the red bead on her thumb.
Conclusion come to and no need to speak
With fingertips she brushes back her mane
resting the scented blossom on her cheek
Unwary petal catches salty rain.

Viv Wigley
24th October 2015
For 'any sad poem' contest, sponsor- Broken Wings.
originally submitted mistakenly as a Sonnet, and have not changed form description to remind me to be more careful in future, for reference.

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015

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A true rose

And the rain suddenly befell
and suddenly ceased to rain.
Under the iris, someone drew
a flower I will call rose again
sprouting amid the cement,
smooth as a passing cloud,
I believe on her sweet scent,
she waves shyly and proud.
I catch her with my fingers
She has me with her thorns.
Love grows and pain lingers,
Undaunted by future storms.
A rose, true rose never fades,
Dyed with Aurora’s shades. 

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014

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The Pale Pink Rose At Dawn

As I desire outside just at daybreak
Watch the sleepy sun rise in the mist
So I'll go out, get tools, leaves rake
An excuse to watch that sun rise; my risk

Then I see that one Pale Pink Running Rose
The one deserving its picture taken
I'll get the camera; rose will pose
Leaving chore; leaf raking forsaken

Maybe I'll cachinnate, hide from work
I'll beek in sun think of shenanigan
Go to creek, try to see fish through murk
Couchant posture dip fingers, dawn began

The anacoluthia of these lines
Requires couchant posture very fine

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Bang spectrum of Confetti start the celebration! Rosy majorettes clad in brick red whistle thrice, Golden tassel batons toss and fly, greets sky! Her comrade increase the feat heat synchronization, Thunder cheers flood alongside adding spice. Beginning their flamboyant rhythm and blues sound Are black and white drum and bugle epic vibrations. Come in well coordinated act: all nice Loud gigantic flowered covered floats in slow motion Meatball, the big brown bear, pop and arise, ''Catching the Big one'', orange fish rolls down, Sweet fragrance of roses afloat around. Yellow haired boy from ''Sea of Surprises'', drown the frown. Tempted eyes, ears, nose and feet in joyous heights!
(c)Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 26, 2014 Originally entitled: COLOURS for the contest Colours of Shadow Hamilton placed 4th.. :) Note: Inspired by "Tournament of Roses Parade". During New Year's Time, me and my mom views this telecasted tournament.. :) I love the creativity and the great imagination of the rose float creators..:D!!! This is held annually in California, USA sponsored by Honda. How wonderful it is if this seen live.. :)! On my readings, each year there is a theme to inspire the creators. The first ever theme was about Patriotism, this year: "Dreams come True" and next year: "Inspiring Stories".

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Rose, Oh Rose

Rose you greet me in the dawn of ages
wondrous flower of sweet scent and beauty
the heavenly array of the oranges
vieing with yellows and reds so dainty

Rose for me you symbolize lasting peace
many swear undying love in your name
crafted by nature a true masterpiece
deemed royal your rivals you overcame

Dreamily I admire your wondrous shape
so truly perfection personified 
you dominate yet too bless the landscape
it is no wonder you are glorified

Rose of luster, temptress of my senses
filling me with your lovely incenses

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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A rose is always the first one to die

A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and white,
Mingle when Love leans to vouch,
Whirling around the burial site:
“Wave slowly, I see, I like, I take,
Your lips are cherries, your heart
Like the soft and most sweet cake,
I will feast and if my lips demand,
I will take my bow and with my art,
Take food from your soft hand.“

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014

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Thanking The Gardener

You stand in front of a garden so vast
You gave a smile that could shame the great sun
You went to the young roses, as you must
You water them with knowledge, like you can
The roses you see almost everyday
You truly do care for them so dearly
You tell them great stories to make their day
And you always do it wholeheartedly
One time you pick a few, we pricked your hand
It hurts so much, so we ask forgiveness
I wish it will not hurt this genuine bond
That will be destroyed by our thorned progess
I want to say a million thanks to whom
Made the beautiful roses greatly bloom

Copyright © Crissa Mae | Year Posted 2015

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Immortal in Love

When I ascend into immortal light,
Beloved, gather up red roses laid
upon my grave before dark skies pervade,
then toss abreast our silver stars of night.
Reflected amber softens crimson sight.
Come feel my soulful touch in petals wade.
How lovely does our waters bathe the glade 
as blooms transform from bleeding red to white!

This image wafts between my dreams in sleep
of you and I'm caressed eternally
by heaven's floral streams aglow, As you,
awake at dawn with teary eyes drawn deep.
So, promise when I fade externally,
red roses bled from stone shall drift anew.

Written 2/20/17 for Form I Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017