Edwin Cordero


Roses Without Thorns - Poem by Edwin Cordero

My apologies to you, Rose,
For misunderstanding
Where we were to go
Or what would happen.

You had been plucked long ago,
But desired to fasten
Yourself on solid soil
In the hopes of lasting.

My tears pour through
For what you chose.
A beauty for all to view
Disrobed.

No thorns on their clothes;
I am left to suppose
That you did it to cope—
Cloaked.

Now I understand that's not what you were to do,
But you have to remember that I was young too;
I had not a clue to foresee the brew—
And save you.

I can imagine those men up in the stands,
Passing wrapped roses from hand to hand,
And you're left in a trance, once again,
Until you wither and are forgotten.

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin Dr.tony Brahmin (5/21/2016 11:56:00 PM)

    Passing wrapped roses from hand to hand,
    And you're left in a trance, once again,
    Until you wither and are forgotten......the transient nature of life....... you are bringing in through your poem on rose.
    nothing lasts..... even the best of all............ very nice philosophical thought my dear poet...... thank you very much. tony (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 31, 2012



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