Wasn't then but guilty now

A rose picked, a gesture of love, now a flower wilted in a prison of glass

Game for the table in shooting a dove, hunger satisfied by death in the grass

A tender stroke, a stolen kiss, a prisoner of love with no escape

Trust broke in gesture remiss, blind hunger's affection dove and flower did rape

Reviews

[Jansy]

This poem cuts like sunlight through storm clouds- beautiful, sharp, and impossible to ignore. The imagery twists love and guilt into a haunting dance, where roses and doves carry the weight of consequence. It’s brutal, tender, and unflinching all at once, a reminder that even the smallest gestures can echo in eternity.

-James☆

[Soren]

Thank you James for such a beautiful and poetic review it is most gratefully received

[Thomas W Case]

Superb and deep. Powerful writing.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas it is most appreciated

[RomaJ]

Soren, this poem stayed with me. The rose in glass, the dove, the stolen kiss..they linger, uneasy and precise. You capture how desire and affection can imprison, harm, and unravel trust. It’s stark, unsettling, but in that tension, there’s a kind of truth that resonates. Thank you for sharing this uncompromising reflection.
..Roma

[Soren]

Thank you very much Roma there are times that we do things in innocence, with good intentions that we latter see were destructive. It is in that moment of recognition that hell resides. Appreciate your comment my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

This little poem Soren speaks to me about the devastation of broken trust. Has turned many a lovely rose into a wilted flower. So many casualties in the garden of love. What once was love in bloom, now in abysmal decay.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your review of this piece. Your continued support is always most appreciated and valued my friend