Upon my violin I play for you
A sweet sounding song of misery
The strings are old yet still they play true
And I revel in the violins delivery
Clutched upon breast, a faded rose
Plucked gingerly from ‘tween prickly thorn
‘Twas the last rose that bore the summer’s show
And like rose from vine you were torn
Your beauty is wasted now lying in state
Soon time shall leave its death mark
And I, alone, must detest my sad fate
and wait for my own to embark
All kindred of mine are now sleeping
No rosebud left withered on stem
Although in bleak world I’m left weeping
I beg ye go sleep now with them
Author notes
I find that in death, we simply sleep. I know you didn't want rhyme, but I couldn't help it!
A contest entry
- WHO HAVE YOU LOST? by pappacass.
525 points, ended February 1, 2008, 12 entries
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nice poem
i thought it was beautiful....i find relaxation in the passing...a smooth transition....i really like this -
I can appreciate good rhyme but there is a 50 word limit in this contest and your poem has 116 words...please edit as soon as possible
~ Nicolette
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