Sun-dried rose petals
Rest in the window sill.
A gracious wind
Wafts the scent into the kitchen.
With red eyes; a widow lifts her gaze
Letting them settle on the petals.
A soft smile spreads across her once quivering lips
And she takes up the sun-dried rose petals
And lovingly carries them out the broken back door.
Slowly, she moves to a garden without a gardener
And here she turns up rich brown soil
Creating a little pocket in the earth
And in this pocket sets the rose-petals.
With equal care, she covers the rose-petals
With old hands, rich dirt and tears.
Author notes
New: So I went and updated this poem. If you want to read the original, tell me.
((OLD:Well I'm not feeling all that well today. Headaches... aches of many kinds actually. Its not been a good summer for me. But thats okay, I'm sure things will pick up sooner or later. Just gotta keep my chin up and hope for the best ^.^))
Please tell me what you think
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this appears as a very delicate poem. i like the images and the gentle pace. hope you start to feel a bit better soon. all the best.
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I really liked it. I think my favourite picture was the one of the scent wafting into the kitchen. It's a romantic one, which makes the poem even sadder. Only one correction thought: I think you mean "window sill"?
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Deepness...I love it. A really emotional poem with great imagery and thoughts. Love it!
Keep writing
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Very strong poem... good job! I love the idea of sun-dried rose petals; very greative. The last line is good as well.. just on point; "window seal" should be "window sill." Other than that, beautiful. I'm bookmarking it!
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Dried Rose Petals .... they smell wonderful.
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Beautiful and sadness tingle and mixed!
♥--T.R;;
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Good Write.
Desserts. That is awesome. I'm sad that you're sore. Take care. -
Your right all things will just come find just relax a bit. And as my friend always tell to me, spell "stressed" backwards.
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