Irish Rose
By lupus tenebrae
Greener than the clover’s mile,
sweeter
in a pinch, to me,
brighter than her lack of auburn,
redder
robins in the trees.
Who was in the vernal sky
through
the glass I called a rose?
True, we were the best of friends,
two in limbo, so it goes.
Cupid and his simple rhymes,
stupid though, they were,
stolid from the month before,
squalid
like the love for her.
Simply put, that day in Spring
barely
made the calendar,
sadly, dropped her off the map,
kindly,
girl in lavender.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
Affection, is much like a seasonal change, its landscape changes just as much. Written in lento, now you know, my disdain for love poetry.Comments on "Irish Rose"
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On Monday, December 17, 2012, Star
(919) wrote:
omg this is sooo beautiful.. imagery amazing.. you write b eautifully.. thanks :)
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A former member wrote:
INSPIRING!
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A former member wrote:
Amazingly written, love this poem :) it makes me think long and hard, happy st. patricks day lol
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On Saturday, March 17, 2012, Magdalena
(614) wrote:
I was always in "Lavender" fields in the spring as a girl. Your last stanza brought to mind my younger years. Spring catches my breath. A wonderful pen Lupus.