Roses

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every Sunday
he brought her
roses,

always
red,
long stemmed.

The card was
the same
each time –
You hold my heart
in your hands.

Now,
he holds her heart
eternally,

every Sunday
she brings
him
roses.

 

Written for The Mag photo prompt.

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13 Comments

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13 responses to “Roses

  1. the first stanza is her brings her roses,

    in the last one, it is she bring shim roses,

    quite interesting twist.

  2. oh man…nice…def undertones of sadness…but great story telling…

  3. The Fifth Horseman

    Very adroit, the way this soulful poem turns full circle. Good thinking.

  4. such deep love…in both directions..love the tender voice here

  5. I cried. I love this. Going to print and put on the wall. Thank you.

  6. I love the romance here.

    =)

  7. Good lord, this is lovely!
    Oooeee, right up my alley.
    Super.

  8. kay

    lovely and romantic…x

  9. Doctor FTSE

    An engaging circularity. Thanks for sharing this poem via Magpie.

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