he could not do justice to her beauty
in the words of adoration he penned
for he knew her from the inside out
he had loved a few, lusted for many
but none other emanated a fragrance
such as hers; it lingered in his dreams
and often invaded his waking thoughts
more lovely than it had been in spring
this full blossoming of her femininity
in season of his late autumn and hers
memories of unforgettable gardens
other roses; their petals, their scent
sharp thorns that pierced his heart
in summer when his desire burned hot
and ardor tended the garden of love
with potent fervor of tender passion
summer roses possessed his reveries
but she was love’s only autumn rose
the last flower of his fading summer
soon winter’s drifted snow will caress
her withered petals with frigid fingers
but now, for a time, she yet bloomed
a brief Indian summer enveloped him
in crimson colors of her vibrant love
Belle, you've captured joy and melancholy with the title alone --"caress her withered petals with frigid fingers" is a dynamic description -- this poem grips with honest emotions -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
AN ABSOLUTE PLEASURE TO READ...THAT ALL MEN SHOULD BE SO BLESSED WITH AN AUTUMN ROSE AND THAT 'THE ROSE' SHOULD BE SO REVERED. THANK YOU FOR SHARING, POETESS. BLESSINGS, LOVE AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
MOST TALENTED, MOST BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EACH WORD IN THIS POEM IS GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!! EVEN OMAR KHAYYAM NEVER WROTE THIS KIND OF BEAUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Be it a love story with the last Rose of Summer or a love story with a woman it is fantistic! I fell in love all over again reading it, thant God for you and your pen! I also appreciate your comment about Pearleanne Madison, a brief but a magnificent artist an lady. Peace!!!
"...the last flower of his fading summer"
'tis the last rose of summer'..i can't help hearing
the music and Moore lyrics but your words and the
picture, a perfect (living) still life, sing with
an equally haunting voice.
Venturing beyond the obvious, your thoughts conjure images of 'Gone with the Wind', or 'Wuthering Heights' or 'A Streetcar named Desire'. Flows like a pure rill. peace to you ... richard
"she was love�s only autumn rose
the last flower of his fading summer"
Beautiful memorable line among several in this poem. Such lovely sentiments in the seasons of our loves.
The rose is a symbol of hope and joy; it is first among flowers and expresses beauty and grace. Your poem exudes all of this...wonderful imagery and beauty.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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thank you,
Regards. Steve
Sheila
lovely as You with words!!
~La Belle Rouge~
Weep no more!!! of
Summer's last, for Spring
always brings more!!!!
Lady Vivian
:) Janna
Ron
Pssst, see thee petal under a full moon light, nothing like opening a Bud. :)
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Cheers,
Dan
Love,
Christine
Casey
the last flower of his fading summer
I feel I know what you share here intimately, Belle. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Always,
Deborah
'tis the last rose of summer'..i can't help hearing
the music and Moore lyrics but your words and the
picture, a perfect (living) still life, sing with
an equally haunting voice.
John
the last flower of his fading summer"
Beautiful memorable line among several in this poem. Such lovely sentiments in the seasons of our loves.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Impressive. Thanks, Dick
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