Romance, Romance ...

...wherefore art thou Romance

if not alive in the heart of man

where dost thou hide

could thee be buried betwixt

the yellowed leaves of an olde novel

or lie thee brittle and fragile

amongst the shallow lines

of a paperback book

pray that it not be

that man has laid thee 

there to rest

let that not be the

 saddening truth

Alas! what fate man has

bestowed upon thee!

how shameful to be so

forsake!

 would that it not be so...

but that thou beest in

the melody of the dewy dawn

 in the sonnet of hues at sunset

 in the poetry of the pure pearly moon

or 

that thou hath concealed thyself 

in the petals of a rose

tenderly pressed to lovers' lips..

Romance, art thou sleeping there

waiting for love to awaken thee

with a kiss

©Rose 

I, Dandelion

Avid gardeners cuss and frown upon me

Some eat my leaves, slightly bitter but tasty

Others dry my roots for a heart-warming tea

With flowers I welcome the cute honey bee

(So, there is more to me than the weed you see)

My colour is so yellow, beautiful and bright

I've been likened to a little kiss of light

I am no posh rose nor graceful daffodil

But I still look sweet upon a windowsill

 ©Rose

Goodnight Sadness

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling

I know it's every line

I know how the shadows fall

and wait for them 

to hide the sadness 

written there

before I close my eyes

I slip into a dream

bleak and bare as the ceiling

Even the moon is bare

and cold as stone

A watchful tree stands

rigid, silent, accusing

A violin begins

to keen piteously

A butterfly merely

a fragile shadow of itself

flutters, trapped

in an erratic flight

A rose weeps

a putrid bouquet

There are no shadows

here

Here there is no escape

from the sadness

written on

the ceiling

Rose 

This piece was inspired by Paul Eluard

'Adieu tristesse/ bonjour tristesse/ Tu es inscrite dans les

lignes du plafond'

   

  

Well Fair Summer farewell

Quote by John Keats:- "i almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain" 

one word is a seed

from which many

could grow

thoughts spring

like weeds

from which i

could sow

wild rambling prose

or poems with

rhyme

but summer like

the rose

fades with time

 Rose

Rain On Me

Standing in the

falling rain

I tremble

like the rose

drenched in the dawn

that lifts her face

and spreads

her leaves

to hide her thorns

I stand in the

falling rain

just to feel

your touch again

©Rose

The Rose

each thorn a heartache
until every petal falls
each dewdrop a tear
© Rose

If

If I could steal the colours of dawn
Every shade of the morn and every hue
Of each beautiful new day that's born
I would my love give them all to you
If I could wrap dewdrops in rainbows
Every single twinkling drop of dew
On each tender petal of the rose
I would my love gift them all to you
The breath of air under eagle's wings
The smell of the earth after the rain
The first sweet song that a bird sings
The sands of the desert, every grain
I would give you all of these fine things
If I could my love just see you again
© Rose

Your Love

Your tender touch is like the falling rain upon my skin
Your kisses are sweet like honey warmed by the sun
Your breath upon my cheek is like a warm summer night
Your whispers surround me like gentle doves in flight
Your warm embrace is my shelter from the raging storm
Your love glows all around me like the soft light of dawn
© Rose

Tiny Jewels

ragged thorns
penetrate skin
dew and tears
tiny jewels
drop
tempering
blood
imbued with
melancholy
clenched fists
tighten round
the roses
while pain
dances
through
the blur
of spiralling
colour
© Rose

The Keepsake

he still keeps the glass
with her lipstick on
her lips
soft as petals
he still buys her roses
to keep
her wine sweet
roses
so many
roses
© Rose