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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Another Day

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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

8 comments:

Mary Ann Potter said...

So well done. Beautiful, unified imagery, and masterful concluding lines.

Laurie Kolp said...

A beautiful example of the form... with a touch of sadness.

Brian Miller said...

just the phrase 'unwanted children' is evocative enough...ugh...that is not good enough...

Christine said...

"her rose caressed as if it were her groom", sad and haunting line

Doria said...

Love it!

Kerry O'Connor said...

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.

Mary said...

Poignant, beautiful....sad! You used the form wonderfully.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sadly beautiful.