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THE ROSE: A POEM~ Crystal Springwood

Updated on January 29, 2013


THE ROSE
Closing my eyes in bright sunlight
As the placid waters lapped the lush shores
To old scars and memories, I took flight
To childhood days and beloved lores
A gentle music filled my mind
I found myself in a garden, neat aligned
Scarlet roses bloomed on stems
Sparkling rich like precious gems
A gentle mist clung to the wind
I walked in sweet surprise
Leaning down to pick behind
Wonder filled my eyes
The rose brew spells like a hypnosis
And I found myself filled with sweetest bliss
It took me back to golden times
The simple joys and ageless rhymes
When with a piquant young face
I loitered about with a careless grace
No rest I sought, no utopian place
But it brimmed with the sheen of innocent glaze
In eager joy, I bent to gather more
But in my ecstasy, careless, my dress I tore
But cared not yet, twas bright sunlight
No grief I knew, no pressing plight
It was all fantasy could conceive
The roses and their delicious perfume
I knew I should but I could not leave
As the roses with time, more beauty, assume
My memories, both bitter and sweet
Suffice, my emotional needs to meet
I finally convinced myself I had need for no more
I would roam about gaily, freer than before
But time had a plan and did advance
Soon twas dark and rank
My vision blind, hope playing pranks
I stood there, wane and blank
I shuddered with an unutterable chill
I threw my hand for the roses still
But they dropped and when I bent to pick
They did me bleed with their cruel prick
I shouted and cried in vain
I sought to escape away
But now I saw it plain
I had no more any say
Caught in a spectre, that pleasant grew at dawn
That tortured by night and bewitched at morn
The rose, the rose, the red red rose
Beware, my friends, tis plain evil drawing close
I awakened with a suppressed scream
As pierced through a bright rosy beam
Back from the garden, back from the rose
Back to reality, but my darkness, it still knows
The rose, the rose, the red red rose



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      Sharon Christy 3 years ago from India

      Thank you so much Sueswan!

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      Sueswan 4 years ago

      Hi Sharon,

      Wonderful!

      Voted up and sharing

      Take care :)

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      Sharon Christy 4 years ago from India

      Oh! How kind of you! Thank you so much Gypsy Rose Lee!

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      Sharon Christy 4 years ago from India

      Aww... thanks BlossomSB! :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Such imagery and lovely poetic fantasy. Loved this. Passing it on.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A lovely, lovely poem, so thoughtfully written. Have a great weekend.

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      Sharon Christy 4 years ago from India

      Thank you so much always exploring! :) Have a beautiful day ahead!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Absolutely the most beautiful poetry concerning the rose. Loved every stanza. Thank you Sharon...