by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA
Nov 2012 922 Views 17 comments
The Darkest Rose
Less fear scares me as dark shadows enclose
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (17)
Living in sweet dreams that forever last"
Sad but what a beautiful sonnet Yankee. This reminds me of a lady who more two years ago came and told me as I was hurting "I know you must be really hurt but you know it is a blessing when you feel that way...you are hurting because your heart is capable of loving".
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
Dear Yankee,
this is a class poem..up there with the best of the best..Life is never quite the same without one's dearest Mother.
Thanks
Sincere Wishes,
Lori
wow! powerful phrase, I enjoyed the poetry very much in this write...
The mourning dew what an incredibly clever and evocative phrase... superb sonneteering as always...
Bill
Though the loss is great, the poet is most fortunate to have shared love with a mother so dear as to inspire such a sonnet. May ones' good life be made from what's gone past Living in sweet dreams that forever last
True feelings .
Kathy