You passed away one summer’s morn
As flowers in bloom touched from all around
Roses bowed in solemn sadness
Their petals floating to the ground
They raised their heads no more that year
Heartbroken in Mother Nature’s womb
Awaiting the time of sorrows’ end
Free from the confines of their tomb
I grieved as brokenhearted lovers do
Just knowing we would no more embrace
Tears fell untethered by sorrow’s chains
Never again would I touch your face
Come spring I shall once more rejoice
Once more to share in beauty begotten
When through turf’s loving belly comes
Leaves carrying petals once forgotten
As each life dies and goes from sight
A new life begins, nurtured by spring’s rain
To once more bring a soft caress
Like the rose whose beauty shines again
Dee Garner
© December 16, 2007
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Touching
A very touching piece of poetry wonderfully done with much feeling and compassion.
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This was truly sad. But it seemed to sprout with hope midways the poem. My grandson who lives in Miami, Fl. hates to see dead plants. My daughter gave me a pot filled with beautiful flowers in November for my Birthday. They just died around New Years and I was throwing them away. My grandson saw the pot of wilted flowers and the look on his face almost brought me to tears. He said; "Grandma, why;d you kill the pretty flowers" How could I explain to him that because I did not plant the bulbs in the season they were to be planted, they died. Needless to say, I hurried and got rid of the dead flowers.
This poem took me right to that instance. A very emotional writ that has layers. Metaphorically, the poem could speak literally and figuratively. Expertly written Dee.
Congrats on the Bronze win here!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Dear Dee.
This touched me very deeply.
I love looking at roses, in fact I love all flowers and natures colouful beauties, but somehow watching flowers die always makes me feel so sad.
You have penned a really heartfelt piece here, packed with such vivid imagery.
xx G and Rufus.
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When someone dies, it's like Nature dies too. That's the message I got from this but I am not sure I am interpreting it correctly.
Nice write anyway.
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I'm glad this isn't personal like I thought it was at first. I found the death sad here. You used natural imagery well, I like that because nature should be part of life/death. 'Womb' and 'tomb' rhymed which created a subtle irony and made the link between life and death clear. I liked the sibilance of 'solemn sadness'. Good luck.
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tears so pretty i deal with deathin a unique way so this is very touching
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"When through turf’s loving belly comes"
I absolutely love that line...
Happy holidays to you and yours....Eddy
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This exquisit piece expesses well that ever revolving chain of life's death and rebirth of essence.I love the metaphoric reference of rain as tears shead that nuture life's remenate seed into rebirth.
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This was a poem of both sadness and hope. It was a good natural poem with beautiful use of rhyme. Good luck in the contest.
Thanks for the points mom
Love you too. Happy Christmas (early).
All the best
AP daughter
Pozo
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Beautiful sentiments wrapped in sad rememberances. I can only sympathize with the depth of your sorrow and hope that you find that kind of love again. Best wishes in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Tears....
Such sorrow and beauty in this amazing write..
"As each life dies and goes from sight
A new life begins, nurtured by spring’s rain
To once more bring a soft caress
Like the rose whose beauty shines again"
Such sweet and delicate beauty...
Thank you for sharing...
Peace and many blessings
~A~
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Life's continuum revealed perfectly in this wonderful piece. Well penned.
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A Touch of Beauty
The powerful touch of your simple words has created something sad yet beautiful. You've captivated me here, Dee. Persevere always.
Peace, Love & Light,
Jay
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You captured the essence of the quote magnificently and created such a touching piece from it. It was sad and beautiful all at the same time. The metaphor is absolutely brilliant here my friend and your pen has grabbed hold of my heart. It flowed soft and smooth and your rhyming was superb. Thank you for sharing with all of us and best wishes in the contest. Wishing joyous holidays for you and yours. Love and God bless you my friend, Joyce
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tears fall within these memories found from love's repast... held true... held strong yet remembers within the spring of every year.
I hear you clearly her my friend!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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