Unrequited

The head of a rose

dry and broken

like a soft word spoken

which was not heard.

 

The head of a rose

petals close together

intense love held forever

which was not seen.

 

The head of a rose

leaves are tattered

a life lies scattered

which was not known. 

 

 ©   Katypoetess 2015     

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Nigel Astell

Tue 15th Dec 2015 11:30

Lying underneath the petals
deep inside your scent
soft words of colour
that finds new love
which will slowly fade
the memories you hold.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 14th Dec 2015 17:44

Katy, I am going to be bold, because you know how much I admire your work. I think this poem has a splendid 'plan', but that it doesn't develop at the level of your talent. Keep the metaphor strong, but accurate to the reality of a 'rose'. The little 'gems' of poetry are often the hardest to capture, and offer the greatest delight to the writer.

Please, please know I'm not being 'nasty'; maybe wrong, for sure ... but not mean, or egotistic. By all means, disagree with my above comments.

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