Thorn in her side

She drifted in and out of view

passing from gossamer to stone,

floating and then, sinking down low,

singing the words you wrote for her,

the sound now a sick cacophony

mocking your emotions,

stabbing at your heart.

Holding the now faded rose

that you had pinned in her hair,

but truly, a thorn in her side

had been your gift to her,

the beautiful bloom

was invisible to those eyes,

and the wilting leaves

cried for a love that had died.

rosethorn

◄ Turning my back

Morning sunrise ►

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 13th Sep 2019 20:13

Thank you, Avishek and Chrystel.

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 13th Sep 2019 07:59

Thank you, Brian.

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 13th Sep 2019 07:55

Jason and Mae, you are very kind. Thank you.

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Mae Foreman

Thu 12th Sep 2019 18:49

Wow! I am in awe! Kudos Jon ?
Mae

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Jason Bayliss

Thu 12th Sep 2019 18:47

Absolutely beautiful and sad in a way that we can all relate to. It's a valuable life lesson, the day you learn that there are no roses without thorns. Glad you're on my favourites list Jon.

J. x

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 12th Sep 2019 18:30

Thank you Lisa and Ruth for the likes.

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 12th Sep 2019 18:30

Thank you so much, Vautaw and Keith.

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keith jeffries

Thu 12th Sep 2019 17:56

A heart felt poem of inscribed love
Thank you for this
Keith

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Vautaw

Thu 12th Sep 2019 17:34

Thank you for sharing this bittersweet and breathtakingly beautiful piece of art, Jon. It will be placed lovingly among my collection of favorites.

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