Gathering Rosebuds

Ah, young man,
I would not hear you witless speak
of that which you consider rare
or name beautiful.

Your eyes merely witness
the brief threads of erotic grace,
pleasant, desirable, but empty
of that which feeds the soul.

Now, mistake me not,
cherish that which youth provides,
fair and supple skin,
wistful days and endless nights,

but lay claim to what runs deep,
seek out the root of love,
the hand you will hold
when lights dim and time is short.

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7 responses to “Gathering Rosebuds

  1. This is wonderful, Mark – and an undisclosed wordle triumph!

  2. Cannot wait for that new book. (And I had no idea it was a wordle until I read Viv’s comment. A triumph indeed.)

  3. CC Champagne

    I really wish I could have read this in my long lost youth… Very thought provoking, true and elegantly written!

  4. This last stanza is such a poignant one….
    “but lay claim to what runs deep,
    seek out the root of love,
    the hand you will hold
    when lights dim and time is short.”

    Yes!! Such a magnificent a reminder of what really matters 🙂

  5. Yes! wisdom runs through this one, Mark. Bravo!

  6. How beautifully you wrote this and with such wisdom. Well done.

  7. Artfully written, flows so nice, and invokes a great theme of the value of meaningful love via the hand we hold when the lights dim and we approach the end.
    Aaah.
    Randy

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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