Breath of a Rose
Is there no breath in a glowing roses dream
After the night has scattered
None so fair warms a heart it seems
Or equals a breath
That matters
When the night is over in a golden sense
Climbing up above the sea
Would you care or take offense
If a dreaming rose
Could no longer breathe
What follows until the last light shines
Within all your memories
Inside small spaces are you so inclined
To be the dreaming rose
That still breathes
Do you dream willingly, continuing to bloom
After the night has scattered
As you take each breath do you presume
That which warms your heart
To be what matters
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
14 comments:
Wonderful, the breath of a rose is magic indeed
Thank you Johnny :))
A beautiful write, Neva! :)
Thank you BB :)
Who would not want a delicate perfume smell ? So fragant poem.
All the wonder of Roses
Of Roses...
And to think they don't ask how
They just bloom upon the bough...
Louis Brown
i breathe this poem with a dreamy smile. you have this well penned. this one is magical.
each word seemed to flow through my whole body ,was amazing feeling ,reading and taking within .
Wonderful and touch with Beauty
Thank you to everyone that has commented
Stunning work again Neva.
You have the beauty of words dear Neva .. and this poem is superb!
Spectacular poem!
Great photo that matches the words, you are wonderful poetess...Z.M.
asking deep questions in a powerful way
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