My Heart Aches

By Shannan

Sat, 30 Apr 2016
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My Heart Aches

I was blessed
With a precious gift
An exotic rose
Home grown
Heaven extracted to earth
Exuding a perfume
Earth could never hold
Ether returning to heaven.

It stood proud
Tall
Blossoming beauty
Fragranced with charm
Holding my senses addicted
With every inhale
So deep
Deeply
Dipping into its essence
Its captivating Soul;
Leaving me stunned
In every respire
High on magnificence
Unable to let go
Praying for it to stay so.

Mourning followed
Grief for each petal
Slowly curling in
Yellowing
Falling
Delicate tears
Knowing
I can’t hold on
To essence
As it disappears. . .

I don’t want to let it go
Another thing I love
Leaving me behind

Not again

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Very evocative to the senses and conveying the beauty and delicacy of scent. All reminds us of the permanent beauty and glory we must wait for, with longing. Rhiannon

 

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Leaves me with the feeling I had after reading a Shakespeare sonnet many years ago. So true. The beauty of all living things is condemned to putrefaction. Did I spell that right? But maybe a moment of temporary beauty is enough

Parson Thru

Submitted by Shannan on

... all we have is a moment, there is nothing else. Only this second now is assured. Heh heh I'm happy to go with your spelling, don't have a dictionary on hand ;-) Yes, as they sang in "The Lion King" - " The Circle of Life" - the fallen petals will create the compost for the next moments of beauty :-) Then the next moment of sadness and so the heart-achingly incredible circle of life cycles ... such is.
Thanks for commenting :-)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Nice to see you again Shannon! This reminds me of a song by Francoise Hardy - I think it's called 'la rose'. If you haven't heard it, do try to.

 

Submitted by Shannan on

Thanks so much insert, so good to have a moment to pop back here. My life is beyond full and mad right now. BUT I hope some drastic changes I am making in June/July may open up some more time to write and post :)

WOW! I read up your suggestion, just confirms for me that there really is no such thing as orginal thought. You are quite right, the lyrics live in the same avenue as my poem, quite cool! The french singing was most lovely. Thank-you for sharing your knowledge and insight. 

Have a super week $