A Rose in the Winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just thinking about the life of a rose; I come to think about myself as well.

Petals of a rose give to the weight

of the cold and snowy morning.

The first of many to come.

Darkest-stem color: blend-

green and gray.

There it wilts.

 

Petals of a rose give to the weight

of the cold and snowy morning.

Reduced to a crunch below

a crispy white coat,

“Was it the ice or the rose?”

who really knows.

 

Is a dream worth fighting for

that much like a rose?

When it gives, and dies,

nobody sees when it goes.

 


Submitted: November 06, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Jay Charles Owen. All rights reserved.

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D. Thurmond aka JEF

But do they hear the notes? --- This was an excellent poem, I really enjoyed the tune of the unheard lullaby as I read this. --- Thanks!

Fri, November 6th, 2020 8:48pm

hullabaloo22

Very nice. It makes a change to see a rose set in a winter setting instead of a summer one.

Fri, November 6th, 2020 9:32pm

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