The Lavender Rose

The Lavender Rose

 

You see it alone

In a vase,

On someone's

Old wooden table:

You think it was given

To someone with love,

Yet!

There is a dewdrop

Upon one of its petals,

A folded memoir

By its side:

You wonder about

Its meaning,

Still

You do not know

The reason

Why

Someone left,

The lavender rose

To die! 

 

Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

The way you make the reader pause with the Yet! and Still...Lovely.

[Verslayer]

Oh how sad this is Windsong...such a departure to your normal work but no less of a soft impact for that either

[Daytonight]

So very poignant and touching. Well done! Keep on penning.