National Poem Writing Month ’22: 16. Roses

Forget me not the roses whispered

when I woke up this morning lately.

Freshness waived away by one of the last

nights. Color pale and dry of what it was.

The name on the card blurred blue; washed by

sprayed water droplets of the petals.

Reminiscing the name an easy one but

blankness of morning chimed wanting glory.

On the vase thus roses vanity red

once now wither with memoirs of

Time it was full and glowing out of our

passion.

One response to “National Poem Writing Month ’22: 16. Roses”

  1. How beautifully romantic is this!

    Liked by 1 person

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