How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Oh, blushing, vestal, tender heart

Thy bloom of youth is now depart

Your calm perfection now imparts

Serenity, in a timeless art.

Love all of these efforts, well done everyone ☓

Roses on a street corner in Chatanooga, Tennessee

Dressed in skirts of lurid colors, primarily shades of red, occasionally pink

At a loss for money, and supper to eat

Live roses on a corner street

Roses in this town aren’t genuinely seen

They appear as beggars, producing dirty seeds

Encountering murky love, leaving putrid leaves

Live roses on a corner street

Sorrow for roses on the corner street

Anticipating to help, but walking on slowly

Wishing to let them know that they’re worthy

Roses, many roses on the corner street

On the table the flower lay,

Making amends for yesterday.

I did not touch it, I could not,

It would lie there to wilt and rot.

I could forgive, but not forget,

I would not cry, I would not regret.

The pink petals were sent to entice,

Oh, my love you do not play nice.

You give me a flower to ease your guilt,

To try to regain the trust, try to rebuild.

No, my love it is not be so,

Take your pink rose and go.

© Cynthia Clark

Dying Petals

Crepe like outer petals of the pink rose wilt

allowing the inner petals to spring forth

brightly showcasing their dusty color.

A pale pink rose not perfect all round

A pale yellow tinge hints that it was found upon the ground

Reminding us all that life's not infinite

We are hear on earth for as long as there's light