She died in the blush of her youth,
my fair love, so precious,
So I being of the scientific mind,
decided not to allow fate to steal her.
I combined her specific DNA's
in a graft with some rose seeds,
for she was the flower of my life,
stolen by the thorns of death.
I planted this experiment of love
out in my garden against
the grey walls of despair,
weeks later she bloomed,
growing to half the size
she was before she perished
Each mourn I go out
and kiss her re-born tulips,
soon I will gently pluck her,
when she at last reaches
the roots of her toes,
then we will dance together
across the gardens
of delight once more.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest -- Number 3 by Ethereal One.
1200 points, ended November 22, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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You have such a way with words. This piece just makes me want to cry with amore' and pain. This was such a pleasure to read that I think I will bookmark this for when I need a dose of love. Good luck. Hugs~ Cuddles
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Absolutely Beautiful!!
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