Rose Forever

Do not grab a rosebud;

Thorns await impatience.

The rose

Unfolds

Its petals

As it will.

You can prompt it not.

If you try to capture it,

The only play of colors

You'll achieve

Are the rips and tears

In your own hands.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Do roses wait to bloom

When buds outgrow

Their casings

Then wait until tomorrow,

To disappear?

When is that? And where?

It is not here.

I've not been there.

Have you?

Perhaps someday

We'll find a magic land

Where tomorrow

No longer hides away in future

Nor roses' blooms shrink back

In winter.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Ah! Dewy petals

Wrapt 'round

Inner bud,

Waiting to start,

To burst

Into a fragrant

Rose,

Destined

To grace

Its place

And tell

Its tale of hope

To parched

Awaiting hearts

In need.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

11-23-12

Does a rose

Feel these sensations

As it unfolds,

Peeling off the petals

One by one,

Letting them

Curl

Soften

Age

And fade

And finally fall away?

Does it feel like minutes

Or eternities?

Does Time escape

And rape

Away its life?

Or

Is it given gracefully –

In love?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Champion of champions!

Converting thickened clouds

To dancing beams

Of glorious light,

Aerating musky parts

Again to freshness

Convincing doubtful hearts

That they can smile,

Directing streams

That they can flow and sparkle,

One more time

To nourish poets' dreams

Of peace.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

11-23-12

To think of spontaneity

Is to obstruct it.

To remember it

Is to undo it.

It is pure experience,

Present-tense,

Sufficient in itself.

To live spontaneously

Must happen

Every moment.

Perhaps it is

The real eternity.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay