White Roses

sophin

i’ve always loved

white roses- i cannot

explain the way

dew falls on curled petals

against dusky sweet-scented dawn

the smell of morning air, you know it

the silhouette against

gold and silver, shivering in

the brutal wind, i want

to cup my fingers around

the trembling blossom, yet

instead, i watch

patches of white clouds

unfurl into the winter

air, they disperse as if

they were

never there, i wonder

what happened to the 

dew drops, that resided

on the silken streams

of life, who knows

perhaps they also

dispersed

as if they

were never there.

  • Author: sophin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2022 00:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: white roses in my culture symbolize death, have you / ever seen a dying rose / there is something poetic / about the way they fall from grace / not unlike angel feathers.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 36
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  • spilleronsheet

    Beautiful imagery
    Took me from nature to seasons and then to retrospection inside
    Well penned dear poet

  • AuburnScribbler

    An excellently written, and fantastical like scene you've unfolded here sophin.

    I'm sure those white roses, will make their defiant return, in the spring.

    Bravo, and I hope that all is well!



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