The Wild Rose
by admin on Jan.27, 2010, under Thoughts on Then
The wild rose grows deep
Trouble grows with time
Releasing the call now,
Like a lone bell chime
The moon watches far
As walking by water
Passing a sole star
Lighting the path we walk
Now lying still she sleeps
My lips catch her hint
Sweet like a wild rose
Eyes with a soft tint
Open now they beam
Like soft rays of energy
Feelings like a dream
Love as true as pure life
Unnatural length of night
Bright skies stand held back
Wild roses sleep near
In the darkness black
Up comes the morn sun
Now the rose has changed
Now unlike the one
Red now is the wild rose
January 28th, 2010 on 4:55 am
Gosh. this one’s really really gorgeous. I’m kinda speechless, so much beautiful imagery. Good job.
I especially like the second and third stanzas. “My lips catch her hint”
sweet and simple and slightly surreal.
January 29th, 2010 on 4:00 am
I’m gonna steel this for that special someone if i ever get one
January 29th, 2010 on 4:56 am
Always so expressive…creating beautiful scenes. I love the description of the rose, the story seems timeless. The pictures that come to mind when I read your poetry are full of life, and certainly not something I can come up with on my own. You would make a wonderful story writer…actually, you all ready are. I would encourage further challenges.
February 8th, 2010 on 3:04 pm
woah I just realized your complicated rhyming pattern in this one. I’m very impressed. I’m way too undisciplined to ever do stuff like that haha.
February 9th, 2010 on 12:34 pm
Wow, what Joanna said. Really beautiful!