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White roses symbolize those who have passed
Five hundred stems prepared and wait amassed
Each mourner enters and receives a bloom
The ache within the air is more than vast
Her rose caressed as if it were her groom
and she the bride, perchance life to resume
Her eyes blink wide, awakened by a thorn
Returning to her lot in this sad room
Unwanted children, burning tears are born
She chides herself and shakes her head with scorn
Another year, another rose to press
Another day, another day to mourn.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Rubaiyat
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Rubaiyat
8 comments:
So well done. Beautiful, unified imagery, and masterful concluding lines.
A beautiful example of the form... with a touch of sadness.
just the phrase 'unwanted children' is evocative enough...ugh...that is not good enough...
"her rose caressed as if it were her groom", sad and haunting line
Love it!
This is a beautiful poem to capture just that moment of intense sorrow at the loss of a loved one. Your last two lines really touched me.
Poignant, beautiful....sad! You used the form wonderfully.
Sadly beautiful.
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