Without her

This was a challenge set by my friend, better known as Honeypot here at writerscafe. We both chose a picture for the other to write a poem about and this is mine.

Roses, red with passion,

eagerly reaching,

engaging the sunlight as she rises in the distance.

Wanting.

Needing.

Loving with each breath as if it were their last.

And such is the aching of affection as is the wilting with desire as the evening closes in,

and the not knowing if they will last another night

without her.

Reviews

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

As per usual Miss Brooks your writing is classic, another outstanding piece of imaginative art turned into descriptive smooth serene passages.
You captivated the reader with your wonderous imaginative verses leaving me feeling breathless with admiration you are charmed personified,have a blessed christmas with your friends and family,i'm back on booksie again see you down there soon.

[Honeypot]

I like this! Its got a fragile need that is very compelling. Its almost like holding your breath and waiting to see what happens. Its lovely Nix. I'm glad you chose that picture. Ha, if you didn't use it then I was.
Great job on it.

[deeps]

This is a wonderful write here,
Lovely wording and well written.