My beautiful melanated rose
Each thorn contains a different facet of my prose
Entire worlds fall from each prominent promising petal like dew
Roots dug deep and searching to entangle and enrich hearts anew
Stretching towards the sun trying to seize each day
Fighting hard not to wither away
Life happens, Dew dries, and petals fall
life’s parasites tear at the roots and begin to gnaw
Roots snap, the will of the stem starts to bend
Ebony petals adorn the earth
growing crisp as they forget their worth
worlds grew dark as the dew dried
life happened and the black rose died
The creative energy is ravenous and will always generate a need
The black rose will sprout again, as life destroys, it has also provided a seed
2 thoughts on “My Black Rose”
This is a beautiful poem!
I love the imagery. Well done!
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Thank you very much!