Does not a rare red rose when picked ... still smell as sweet and if she's not spared ... will not winters cold deplete passage of time alone ... will cause her to wither on thy vine her fragility ....her lure ... her essence so divine
her gifts momentary ... your heart she needs to capture for she will live on in your memory ... her grace of sweet enrapture as time steals her away ... give her one last long parting look then preserve her in your soul ... as you press her in the pages of a poetry book
****** *winkiewinkie* I can think of worse ways to end up... when I go... I wanna be pressed in the pages of a Shakes sonnet... how about you?
Your rose garden is lovely Sy-gator jm
well my sweet Sy...actually i guess you could say its yours now....as I wrote it for you as a poetic reply to your way cool poem... and i forgot to mention in my above reply.. your vocabulary choices in this just blow me away... later-poetic-rose-with-no-thorn-gator jm
My applause to you and JM both for exquisite verses beyond compare. The language, the cadence, the content, and the flow are all amazingly beautiful. I am now bowing to you both. A duet might be in season as a treat to us all as I believe the two of you would re-define the term of modern day poetry.