Truth Poem by Perry Biggerstaff
Truth
I found our love shaped like a rose
on a lonely empty street,
It seems so strange, so sad, to find it
lying at my feet.
With quilty heart and teary eyes
I picked it from the dirt.
I wiped away the tears, the pain.
I wiped away the hurt.
I took it home and nurtured it,
spending hour after hour.
To make our red rose bloom again.
To save our love...the flower.
I cared for it and wept for it,
until one early morn.
the rose looked new, I grabbed in haste
and was needled by its thorn.
I found that lonely street again,
and like I knew I should,
I left the rose
I left the street
...and left our love for good.
-Perry Biggerstaff
I keep rereading this and rereading this. It haunts me. I feel there is something simmering just below its surface. Your poem tells a sad story and gives us warning but I keep hoping that is all it is- -a story, a fictional piece that is not in any way autobiographical. One thing I do know- -this is well-written.
.....hmm, I suppose this rose wasn't the perfect one afterall. ...I love roses, I feel some are more beautiful than others :) ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 9:48:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love is a powerful find and Loss....Loved reading thank you for sharing