A Rose Uplifted
I wait for one, a rose upliftedExpecting one’s journey is properly swifted
A gift yet to be opened
Words yet to be penned
Treasure waiting to be found
I stand dark waiting for light
Food waiting for mouth’s bite
In valley biding time
Until journey’s climb
Music holding for sound
I wish up “Away”, for clouds drifted
And I wait, for one, a rose uplifted
Thoughts?
Pretty nice poem there. I, personally, am not a big fan of the art. I used to write poetry (badly) in high school, but just the typical teenage angst crap. Got over that phase in a hurry.
ReplyDeleteNo, for me prose is where it's at. Although I can appreciate really good poetry when I read it.