The garden is bare now and the buds are all gone
Dried up and wilted...bared to their bones
Fragile poor petals...with your life all drained
Consumed in disaster...no love left to gain
Gone in a minute when time lost the spark
Of beauty in living with the beat of a heart
Painful and lonely the last breath a chore
Hurting from loss and beautiful no more
Life in the details was worth the feed
When smiles were all sparkling...gone is the seed
Poor little rosebud where did you go...
Why did you die when you loved living so?
This poem has deep meaning Susan, one can see you have more than just the words and lines to express you have depth where many grasp reality and blend their thoughts into poetry...
Well penned, Sweet Lady. Flowers are like our children. Bloodless and without a nervous system, but with predictable actions... and a yen to show off for their peers... and to our cheers. - Bill
It is often kind of depressing to see the last growth dissappear and often it draws us in our minds to equate life with plants, the beauty of that is dear Susan that come Spring when new buds grow...so too can our hearts always sprout again.
hugs
Fee
This is so sad, Our world now void of a life that could have saved us, A child that could have brought unmeasureable joy. My heart is
with you and yours.
You speak of roses, and I internalized it to mean life's journey - all the way to death. Further, it reminded me that my sons died young - ages 9, 11 and 32. They each so loved life. Their spark is gone, but the memory of their beauty will always be in my heart. Thank you.
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truly nice work...
Love Tinka
Ron
Why did you die when you loved living so?
Those last two lines are worth reading over and over again.
Such beauty amongst such sadness..Beautiful poetry from your beautiful heart.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber"V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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Fee
...this pen is of greatness Susan.
Excellent...
John
with you and yours.
Love, Pierre
Love
ET
God bless you. Kathy
Beautifully poignant...and very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.