The Rose Poem by Jetty J Newnham

On the street it lay a rose
Beautiful deepest red
On the path it lay
Just the head

I wonder is it there
As a result of a lovers
Tiff?
Or maybe it fell when
A couple caught in a shower
ran for shelter.

People walking past
gave it a wide berth
as if it held some form of curse.

I felt like picking it up
Taking it home
Put it in a cup,
but then it occurred

that rose's like all flowers
should stay on the stay
on the stem,
I know no better way
To admire them.

So there it lay
The mystery rose,
Lying in the street
A mystery in repose.