displayed upon the shelf of your heart
a single rose placed in ornate vase
red like the sunset across the lake
tender as words of a whispered prayer
held transparent in fragile crystal
she has nothing to veil from your eyes
her perfume permeates the breeze
gently caressing your upturned face
stirring the ashes of a forgotten fire
smoldering in the depths of your soul
your fingers tremble to touch her
and press her soft petals to your lips
she sings the songs of the fallen
in battles, in mindless confrontations
with the minions of deepest despair
in the darkness her soft voice guides
the weary feet of the blinded warrior
and whispers of other times and places
of an infinite embrace and eternal kiss
her quiet beauty graces your thoughts
her pungent passion haunts your dreams
she weeps to think you may never taste
the incomparable sweetness of a rose
if you fear the prick of her thorn
To fear is not to take risks, and to not takes risks
is not to be growing...
This poem is magical Belle!
I love the endearing sentimental feelings within!
Thank you for sharing!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, LOVE, Light, and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExoooo
STay Positive! What was - WAS - and what is -Is- may you filled with exquisite love sent from above!
Beautiful Morning La Belle :)
Such A Lovely Write About The Reality Of Love & The Potentiality of it's Pain...
That Ole Sayin...It is better to have loved, than never have loved at all...the pain subsides eventually
Much Love & Happiness To You
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
So spiritually moving like a morning breeze. I could visualize a soldier, any soldier sitting while deep in thought. Yet the horros of war confronting him. Beautifully written...
this sure is a "genius" of an idea: and you wrote out the idea to pretty perfection. Almost makes me wish I'd used the imagery, but then I'm no expert in this genre.
This one will sell, classic title! You're on red roses, while I'm on "black rain" this morning...
later, michael
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is not to be growing...
This poem is magical Belle!
I love the endearing sentimental feelings within!
Thank you for sharing!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, LOVE, Light, and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExoooo
STay Positive! What was - WAS - and what is -Is- may you filled with exquisite love sent from above!
Such A Lovely Write About The Reality Of Love & The Potentiality of it's Pain...
That Ole Sayin...It is better to have loved, than never have loved at all...the pain subsides eventually
Much Love & Happiness To You
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Your poetry is music to the readers ears. Simply beautiful verses. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
and cons that many enticing temptations tend
to have.
Harold M. Nash
John
Be always safe,
Karen
This one will sell, classic title! You're on red roses, while I'm on "black rain" this morning...
later, michael
LOVE! Sissy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
the incomparable sweetness of a rose
if you fear the prick of her thorn
Truly powerful imagery, La Belle.
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose