A Plain Rose
A plain rose once sight’d me
Nestl’d in the snow kissed mount
Looking so alone, a splash of yellow
On the gray dawn
It whisper’d its secrets to me…
Told me – life is what I make it out to be
Whisper’d it slowly, told me
All its hidden knowledge
And I was left to wonder…
Could it really be a plain rose?
For life to thus bloom so new
For I know not what drew me on, to that
Mist hidden, snow clad mount
With that one rose in all that lone empty mount
Far from tis world,
For tis fullness, sore blessed mount that it would’st see
Reveal so much meaning richness abundant to me
And yet I wonder
Is this really a plain rose?
posted by Daggere O'Neil at
5:44 AM
4 Comments:
well....it would be really great to come across a rose.....giving us valuable lessons in life....helping us to go through life"s nuances
nothing too deep........
its just that....a rose or any other substance which helps us to see things in a positive and a realistic manner....which helps us to grow as an individual.....reveal the true secret of a full and a happy life.......
well...my thoughts were beyond you....cant help it really.....
but thanks a ton for going through it.....
Daniel, this is beautiful...i think it might be a fav of mine now...putting it in my special fav poem journal :)
very tender
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