When I die, will I
Climb up sun-painted stairs,
Adrift in a glamour
Of summer roses?
Will I inhale their delicious air--
The chance meetings
Of my existence?
Will I have coaxed them into
Rainbow burgeon,
That they may inspire all who see them
To plant so?
I know only that I want not to
Climb a moonlit stair
And see, around me,
Drifting dust and withered trees
Cloaked in chalky stench
That chokes when breathed--
I would not leave a garden of
Neglected words, slashed dreams,
Starved works, songs unseen.
Author notes
Picture prompt: Magical rose garden
A contest entry
- Rose Garden by Scented kiss.
300 points, ended July 4, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful! I wish everyone believed the same. It would make the world so much nicer.
great job!
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Oh wow
such a deep read in so few words.
I would not leave a garden of
Neglected words, slashed dreams,
Starved works, songs unseen.
A beautiful way to end this serene poem. Great job my friend.
Sorry I haven't read more but summer is here & I am rather busy with life.
I did enjoy reading this one .
Great job & good luck in the contest.
~Ron~
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beautiful poem good luck in my contest
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I'm glad you enjoyed it.
(I've been away for a while.)
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