Category: Writers Block
There are memories that go with the roses that in our pathway are strewn.
There are the petals of the newest blooms of love so tender,
When a red rose is given and received.
Then too there are the roses once with soft petals of white, maybe of pink
Now dried and yellowed with age that were in a bridal bouquet or given as a
A loved one passed.
There are memories that go with the roses that in our pathway are strewn.
The roses that no matter how at first so petal soft, their color not mattering,
Then becoming so dried and brittle, and so frail,
Yet are somehow always kept… and treasured,
Sometimes between the leaves of a book are kept
For remembering always
There are memories that go with the roses that in our pathway are strewn..
The memory of roses jet black and ever blooming,
When it is that one takes their own life,
Giving those left behind to reach out for the petal softness,
Though hurt of pain so deep with thorns piercing, lodging within spirit
Yet knowing, love… it remains.
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
I enjoyed reading your poem, it‘s so meaningful and deep. It was written with a lot of thought, love, and good vibes floating. Is there are story behind this poem? Well, it’s nicely written. Good job. I loved reading it.
...Yes, there's a Story to go with this writing though so personal you know what with a theme emerging of that being suicide that I would rather not go into it.. sensitive topic for me you understand.
Listen though I am so pleased you stopped by and shared your thoughts. Maybe over another writing one day we'll talk.
~*Thunderous Midnight*~
Hi tm. that is beautiful. My best friend commited suicide 30 years ago. We were like sisters. This is awesome. My sentaments exactly.