Rosemary Poem by Purity Chapel

Rosemary

Rating: 4.8


Oh rosemary-
Night's favored flower.
Where the weeping moon
sprinkles its lonely droplets upon your leaves.
Give me solace;
To my restless soul.
Look at it nesting in those thickets-
Rest, oh mournful existence!

To be burdened
with the Moon's lonely tales of woe.
How envious, of Daylight's blooms-
It dissipates unnoticed amidst exclusion.
Sweet, delicious fragrance
as I drown my thoughts beneath your roots.
How gentle the efforts of thine
to soothe my weary soul.

The Sun's children are a blushing lot-
joyful to behold;
But my senses are dulled
to common pleasures such as they.
I find Rosemary's depth of green spotted with tears
a far greater and intriguing sight.
Dear, oh dear-
let me live in similar, untarnished solitude!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 19 September 2013

a beautiful write. keep writing.

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Khairul Ahsan 15 August 2013

Dear, oh dear- let me live in similar, untarnished solitude! Very nice conclusion.

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Rubab Atwal 10 August 2013

wonderfully written.enjoyed it.keep writing more

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