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Friday, June 15, 2012

Rose Abandoned?

I began this poem a couple of weeks ago - on a Writing Marathon. I think it's about aging and that whole life process I find myself in the middle of.

Rose Abandoned?

Floating under a stone bridge
green water shimmering
nourishing what’s left
     of your long stem and
once pink petals

In that movement
     from budding green, then
     bursting forth with color and life

To opening so wide
accepting all
     even the edges of petals
     turning from supple to dry
                             from pink to pale brown

And you just lying there
     suspended in time
     unaware that all life
 to death

Ripples from the wake
     of human tidings
     move you suddenly along
     like this must be the
     natural way of things

While a long stemmed rose
     lies dying, fading,


  1. I love this. Thank you for sharing, Shelly!

  2. "Ripples of the wake of human tidings" A sadness and hopefulness here. My only argument is with the title. I don't think this rose was discarded. I think it was well loved.

  3. Thank you for posting this. I'm glad to have been in your writing group. --Janis