Full moon magic stirs the Celtic blood in me. This ditty is shamelessly lifted from Thomas Moore (Irish Poet). who wrote the timeless poem, "The Last Rose of Summer" in 1805, in County Kilkenny, Ireland.
Why do I feel
Like the Last Rose of Summer
Left to bloom alone
Under a full moon
Without a sentient Soul
To mark one's last breath
Yes, the last rose dies
In a silent garden patch
Petals ride the wind
Copyright 2007 by Carolyn Gale McGovern-Bowen.
All Rights Reserved.
03/02/07, Westlake Village, CA
Thomas Moore would, I'm sure, be highly impressed and flattered by your tribute and elaboration of his own words and sentiments, Carolyn. Such depth, sensuality and yearning. Truly felt. TY K xx
I know an 89 year old woman, the last remaining sister from a family of 9 brothers and sisters. She spends her distant moments lamenting their absence, particularly pining for a favourite brother. She, as your poem alludes, is the last rose in a once lively garden patch, soon to wilt and be carried off by the wind of memories.
Poignant.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Emotions flew over the emerald sea and landed in "Desolation"... A picture of a state of loneliness sublimely poetized.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Well done sis!!
Love Tinka
Carmen
love and peace,
Carole~
Sage
Poignant.
Regards
Dai
Maybe if the last rose were kissed by a Mistral....
Georg
Brett