My defiant Rose

dusk arising



 

 


She'd never
appeared at her best
left to her own devices
to climb her way across
the abandoned trellis
of a trained life's expectancy.
Cut back in her flowering prime
detached with trellis removed
and the whole garden
once a playground
of lifes adventure
now prepared
for redevelopment.

 

Neglect though
was never enough
to quell her spirit
nor dull life's endeavor.
This June morning
beneath troubled skies
she bursts with springtime's glory
in a celebration of life.
Mocking her dismal surrounds
alive like never before
resplendant in her flowering glory
she is magnificent
covered in lush pink roses
as she was raised to be.

 

This her final defiant flourish
before the diggers move in.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2022 05:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired to write this morning by the vision of blossoming life from my kitchen window. The music vid shows what fun it can be to be a musician.
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Comments3

  • Paul Bell

    Life and death with an epitaph all outside your window. Does it get any better than that. Great write.

    • dusk arising

      It came as a powerful inspiration I can tell you that. Thank you Paul.

    • Morwenna

      I love this poem. I may be naive but I think it is about a rose. Though saying that it is also, cleverly about quite a few human beings - and other beings. I especially like the opening sentence. Terrific!

      • dusk arising

        Yes it is actually about the rose bush outside my window but I wanted to create a bit of mystery/double meaning. I suppose you could envisage a lady at the end of a structured life - a marriage - heading for re-development lol and all dolled up for it. But no, its about my rose bush. Thanks for your smashing comments.

      • Goldfinch60

        Life will still blossom d a, it has a way of ensuring it goes on.

        Andy

        • dusk arising

          Yep, I have that faith in nature... it doesn't stop... It didn't stop when the dinosaurs got wiped out and it wont stop when we humans become extinct.



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