Guilt.
A broken rose trampled ‘neath
the voice of careless thought,
fallen petals ripped away
upon a thorn are caught.
Bitter call the restless winds
to tear the petals down,
as silent fall all shaming tears
that perfect bloom to drown.
© sweetwater 2023
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An extremely vivid set of images painted by this poem. a perfect little piece.
Thank you, I tried to capture the emotions and confusion when
someone inadvertently hurts another.
Beautifully penned.
Thank you so much Supratik, I really appreciate your comment. Sue 🙂
I liked this, well done sweetwater. It has an slightly archaic feel to it, and that speaks to my own sensibilities; and best of all, it says much by saying little.
Thank you I’m pleased you liked it, I do tend to write in a slightly less modern way a lot of the time 🙂 Sue.
Modern way, to me is often so-called blank verse, much of which is up its own fundament; sorry to be so coarse, but its one of my bette noir’s. I stuck it out with the Poetry Society, until I realised I just couldn’t grok the stuff being published as ‘poetry’.
Anyway, your poem is a delight, and please let your muse lead you on.
This made my hair stand on end.
what more to say?
Alison x
Hi Alison lovely to hear from you, thank you so much for your lovely comment, it’s much appreciated.
I hope all is well with you.
I was amazed to see I have a nib, totally unexpected and a wonderful surprise. If it was your suggestion I am very grateful. Sue. 🙂
Bitter/sweet imaginative work. I enjoyed the read.
Thank you pronto, I very much appreciate your comment and I’m very pleased you enjoyed it. sue.