Tag Archives: Roses

WAITING

Wake me up when the September moon rises. Kiss my brows with dew and my lips with the fragrance of lilies and,  like a young butterfly testing its wings, My eyes will flutter seeing its first light In you, glowing with Autumn’s crimson blush And my heart will quicken at the first stirring of love SingingContinue reading “WAITING”

THE PROOF I WANT

Show me your love not with a crown of roses or a bowl of carnations which soon become food for worms once their fragrance dies. Neither give me promises of galaxies and garnets and diamonds. I am no queen and have no use for such treasures that I would have to check in at death’sContinue reading “THE PROOF I WANT”

THE SCENT OF A ROSE

Her fragrance was one I could only dream of when I was young. Though the smell of Ylang-ylang and Rosal, more popularly known as Gardenia, infused the air around me, still I longed for the scent of a rose. Yes, roses grew in our area, but they did not have that rose smell that IContinue reading “THE SCENT OF A ROSE”

THE GARDEN

This garden of roses is my garden of sorrows thorns push against my skin drawing  blood in scarlet patterns. I wish I could remember the sweet fragrance, the velvet charm of the flowers, but pain overwhelms. I look to the heavens for deliverance. What will I be when my prayers are answered with silence? ThisContinue reading “THE GARDEN”

REFUGE

  Let the moon hide day in its light and keep at bay the dark of night to her bosom my wings take flight Weighed by my plight. Weighed by my plight. My old wounds bleed, please stem the tide of bitterness welling inside. The maw of darkness opens wide In you I hide. InContinue reading “REFUGE”

TO A FLOWER, GOING

Your  petals fall by a slow dance like graceful swans They glide on air light as feather tumbling over, getting closer to forever. Softly they land on hallowed ground giving summer its one last kiss. In the abyss of their absence burns remembrance. ~~~~ Frank Hubeny challenges DVerse Poets’ Pub habitues to write a MinuteContinue reading “TO A FLOWER, GOING”

A ROSE BY THE LIVING WATERS

“By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the LordContinue reading “A ROSE BY THE LIVING WATERS”