Every Sunday
he brought her

long stemmed.

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

he holds her heart

every Sunday
she brings


Written for The Mag photo prompt.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

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 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.

  8. kay

    lovely and romantic…x

  9. Doctor FTSE

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

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