Red rose in his hand,
"Sorry" slips from his lips,
my eyes match the bloom-
I am undone.
His look of contrite longing
scenting a path to my heart,
sweetness dripping
in time with my tears.
All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise
in a vase.
This feels like half a story to me, perhaps that is the piece's clever bit, leaves me wondering a little. Lovely words, clever fragility and a pain rearing its head again. Well written Sian.
Stunning Sian...
Winston x
Steve, some men are bastards / some women are too
Clever use of imagery, Sian...
"All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise
in a vase."
Liked this poem very much. Have to say though, it irks me as a man, to see how many poems generally have the 'men are b******* who will let you down and hurt you' as a dominant theme.
Well done.
Cx
How true at times. Very good poem!
Simply written with the analogy of the red rose, yet so much underlying emotion...
Forgiveness is never easy for some... and for others, it is too easy...
'All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise'
I never forgive the same mistake twice...
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<Deleted User> (3257)
Tue 12th May 2009 09:20
So, have you always been so charming? Thank you for the comments, i've long ever wondered if it were possible to meet someone so charming who writes poetry too, maybe im wrong but i think i might be on to something x