A Rose by any name?

TheOzGreenMan

So tell me is the rose naked

Or is that her only dress?

Does she know that she

Is amongst friends?

Is she annoyed that they 

all dressed the same?

Is she equally happy,

In sunshine and rain?

Does the first blush of youth,

Stay until she is gone?

Does she watch us all,

Hoping to find her perfect love?

Can she tell me,

What the world will be like?

Or does she barely notice,

Watching a world at 

100 seconds to midnight?

Will she talk to me,

Now that the war is over?

Can I tell her I will 

miss her once she is gone?

TheGreenMan

 

 

 

  • Author: TheGreenMan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2020 21:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Starts with a Pablo Neruda question but continues in my own words
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 34
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  • Goldfinch60

    Each rose is unique.

    • TheOzGreenMan

      The rose is a metaphor for lost love in this poem.



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