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
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.
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?
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.