About the Poem
Sometimes the description to a poem is more difficult to write than the actual poem. This poem was written after the death of an intense, passionate, romantic affair. The kind that you read about in books. Of course, like fiction, they cannot be sustained. Real life intrudes. And all we are left with are memories...a silk scarf and a red rose.
Memories Of The Rose |
| by Poet deVine |
| A silken scarf draped across the bed A fragrant rose of scarlet red. Memories of times that passed away, words unspoken, nothing left to say. We watch as others smile with love and wonder what they are thinking of. Love has faded like the rose so red the scarf lies hidden beneath the bed. Time has passed, we can no longer be lovers, together, you and me. |
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3 Visitor Comments
Irina
WOnderful! It has soo much with my own feelings!
Holly
Beautiful and so painful......excellent word PDV
Stan
How lovely, Sharon,
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