The Blue Rose
She cries alone at night;
In her flower bed alone;
Tears fall like summer rain;
Her tender heart broken;
She misses the warmth;
Of the summer sun;
Her sadness deepens;
Where is her lover now?
Is he with another rose?
She wonders why he left;
If her fragrance was too strong;
Or her thorns too sharp;
Was she not soft enough?
Her petals turn to blue;
Waiting for his return
In her flower bed alone;
Tears fall like summer rain;
Her tender heart broken;
She misses the warmth;
Of the summer sun;
Her sadness deepens;
Where is her lover now?
Is he with another rose?
She wonders why he left;
If her fragrance was too strong;
Or her thorns too sharp;
Was she not soft enough?
Her petals turn to blue;
Waiting for his return
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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6 Comments
Post a CommentAgree whole heartedly with the imagery comments. Wonderful use of language and comparison. Thank you for another beautiful addition to the world of art.
Bitter sweet, but very nice.
It's been over half-a-year now since I found out my angel was going out with someone else...she's in college now and I sometimes wonder if I still have some measure of existence in her life. If her sister wasn't still in high school, would she even know if I died?
Loved it.
Ah the mysterious "Blue Rose", let us hope she will not be afraid to love again, as there are many roses in a garden of roses. true love can spring up at any moment, then there will be no more cloudy days, just beautiful spring time rain. another wonderful write Miss Lisa. Ken
So sweetly sad. Lovely imagery, original connection of lovelessness and a blue rose. Well done indeed Lisa.