This is another poem that I wrote awhile ago. Not everyone likes it but I'm proud of it... A Single Rose She leaves her house one day On a journey she goes. She hasnÕt been outside In how long no one knows. Her neighbour turns his head And plucks a blooming rose. He has much work to do But he wonders where she goes. She walks along the maple street There is no shame that shows. Her head is held up high Back straight in homemade clothes. Townsfolk gossip and stare They wonder where she goes. Chin high and shoulders proud Legs cloaked in silken hose. "Where is it that youÕre going?" An old widowÕs voice crows. On an important journey Of which only she knows. She passes the schoolyard Children strike a taunting pose. She turns her glare upon them And instantly they froze. She comes across the butcher Hanging his meat in rows. "Where is it that youÕre going?" He wonders what she knows. She doesnÕt stop to talk Faithfully on she goes. SheÕs on a special journey Knowing what she knows. Up ahead she sees the church That special house God chose. The minister works inside Listening to peopleÕs woes. She doesnÕt like that man ItÕs his own whistle he blows. Standing safely preaching Down upon rows and rows. She reaches the edge of town On her face it shows The journey has reached its end Of which only she knows. In a field not far away A birch tree always grows. ItÕs time she stops and rests On a cheek a tear flows. Her road is at an end She nurses ancient woes. An old piece of paper From her pocket she pulls. ItÕs faded ink cries out A dead loves promising prose. Of years that they will have A broken future she now knows. Under that old birch tree She places a single rose. And lays down beside it Knowing what she knows.
I don't know what's going on with those apostrophes they didn't show up like that in the message box!
Don't worry about that! Am I right in hearing a hip-hop/rap influence there? Nice humour, anyway, in both poems... S
In the maple-leaves the sun glitters and shines, warming the spirits and adding a lightness of step, for this soul knows that all forms merge with earth and all energetic signatures merge with light. The roots of the birch go as deep as tendrils of her loves memory into the soil of her heart. A rose separated from the branch draws no longer on the light and seeks solace in the oneness of the soil. Maple knows both rose and lover in both roots and leaves... as do you. Thank you for sharing your touching poem.
