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The Rain On the Roses

She sits in the brightest sun
In her private garden
Reflecting how the prize she won
Is a prison without pardon.

Bold he walks into her realm.
Calls her back to her duty.
He can't see she needs more time
In the haven of this beauty.

She raises misty eyes to him.
Her hand trembles when extended.
He sees none of this, of course.
His needs must be tended.

Is she happy? He gives no thought.
But the man supposes
That all is well for he can't see
The rain on the roses.

Author notes

"The night was young, as were we. Loving in bliss under the willow tree."
The rain on the roses even in the brightest sun light is tears, of course.

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  • A m b r e a
    November 16, 2008

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    This is beautiful, it reminds me of The Secret Garden. The imagery is amazing and the beautiful sadness is well put across. Great Write!

  • kales4
    July 16, 2008

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    Thank you for entering my contest. I really enjoyed the structure and flow of this poem. My favourite line was the last one. It adds such a bittersweetness to the poem that i love. Great write and good luck

  • allena1966
    November 1, 2007
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    “She raises misty eyes to him.
    Her hand trembles when extended.
    He sees none of this, of course.
    His needs must be tended.”
    I love this all the way through. I can just see this ‘master of the house’ having absolutely no regard for his wife’s feelings. Not only not understanding but not even seeing “The Rain On The Roses”.


  • Aralyn Leighanna
    October 2, 2007

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    Mmmm this was simply delicious! Every line simply gushed with emotion that demanded attention with every letter. Beautiful piece, a delight to read

    Live and Let Live,
    Aralyn