Furtive Flowers


Dawn love and dusk lust 

what mornings give to evenings make, 

that roses reside on the river's bank. 


Away from reach, too far to grasp- 

eluding those from water's edge 

and lovelier by lunar touch; 

and rosier by summer sun. 


The romanticist, by botany, 

would quest for it for lover's glee 

should find himself soon in defeat 

the charming rose, tricky to reap 


So those flowers breathe their air

as something none dare ensnare- 

what morning gave to give them growth 

is a secret only the roses know.

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2017 14:04
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 43


  • charlesbarrett

    This is beautiful. Something so beautiful yet just beyond reach and all the mystery it contains, making it that much more attractive. Thanks for sharing.

  • Moonflower15

    Beautiful. I love the imagery.

  • kevin browne

    you snared me with this fascinating imagery especially when you take us down by the riverside where those beautiful full of life flowers grow. bring it on and keep writing.

  • Seek

    A beautiful flower jealously guarding its freedom, as we all should. Fantastic expressions. Thank you for sharing!

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