When a rose blooms in late spring
such rapture its flower does bring
the perfection of each beautiful bud
colorful delight my senses flood
Her young form tender and firm
The sun's warmth floral trust dost confirm
Gently she lowers her vested petals
Nakedly exposed on soft leaves she settles
With winter winds her blooms are dropped
Stands stem of thorns, in ragged age topped
Dried and hardened stripped of leaves
For lost beauty a flower's admirer grieves
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Really nice writing and with a nice flow to your words .. tho it’s sad when we see a flower not looking ‘ happy ‘ like they might do in summer or spring
Time a part of all lives is to be taken advantage of while it lasts. Thank you so much for your read and kind words. They are most appreciated
With much more than one meaning here, as I am also a woman, I find this deeply profound there is something truly special about a rose and you have given it a pedestal 🌹
Thank you Teddy some may find this chauvinistic, others offensive, it is mot meant to be so but has deeper meaning applying to men and women and the passage of time. I so appreciate your read and always kind comments my friend.
I love the beauty of flowers but never had success at looking after them, I sense though this could also refer to people, really enjoyable read
Your sense is most accurate Tobani and I deeply appreciate your read and comment
You are very welcome
That is the plight of the gardener. They see the beauty and the decay. But roses are worth the effort. I am tempted to see this as a metaphor for a beauty partner but the poem stands on its own either way.Wonderful piece
David your views are not off mark no and one may take it further still. I so appreciate your read and interpretation thank you my friend
Flowers display their beauty, and their days are numbered. In the short while that they will last, they must attract bees, butterflies, pollinators. Though the beauty is short-lived, we remember and we write about it.
Thank you so much Soman yes all beauty is transient and must be appreciated when present. I deeply appreciate your review and comment
What a lush and wistful meditation on the rose—not merely as bloom, but as metaphor for time, desire, and loss.🕊️🙏🏻
Thani you Cryptic for your review and understanding comment it is again most valued.
Most welcome, Soren 🕊🙏🏻
Beautiful work.
Thank you Thomas so much for your review and kind words
Sensual and natural. Naturally sensual. This poem sings to the soul and I could feel that inner rose blooming. Well done on this. An absolute fave, Soren. 🌹👏
Thank you so much Tristan for your review and most kind words of comment
You are most welcome, my friend!
'Our Highest Assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the Flowers'.
Sherlock Holmes. The Naval Treaty.
A Rose is Perfection. Fine Poem.
Yes I remember that from reading Sir Oliver Wendel Holmes works. Thank you for that.
I like this
Thank you so much for your review and most kind words
But that beauty will always return soren.
Andy
So true Andy all it requires is regular pruning. Thanks so much for the read and encouraging comment it is always appreciated
What a beautiful poetry, it seems metaphor of life from birth to death
You are so kind. I thank you for your read and words of support
It made me think of a beautiful woman losing her youth. Insightful poem!
Perceptive Joan I deeply appreciate your insight and support.
love this beautifully written
words are well chosen to express poem so well
nice flow nice to read jim
Thank you Jim your words are most appreciated and give fragrance to the work
your welcome you are very talented
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