On the black
marble table top
at the base
of the tall translucent vase
decorated in subtle
swirls of purple,
lies the petal
of a long stemmed
yellow rose,
reminder that beauty,
wrote Keats,
is truth,
and truth, I discern,
as fragile as a yellow
rose petal.
I love the softness that surrounds your poetry. Some might think it would make it weak, but rather its softness makes it all the stronger and carries it easily to the heart.
Cryssa
again, beautifully rendered and such classical tone and aesthetics [the imagery and the stylings]
nessa
Warmly,
Sage