Sunday, September 28, 2008

White Rose


In a jelly jar

A spray of wilted flowers

One white rose still blooms

4 comments:

Melissa said...

And it will continue to bloom in the heart of the one who fondly gazed upon it's presence and took in the soul of the petals.

...beautiful my friend...

glad to see you are back on ~ xo

Anonymous said...

This captures that sense of passing beauty perfectly.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Lovely! sounds like such an appropriate metaphor for the one house that stood alone among the ruins in a town in Texas struck by Ike. Life will continue!

p.s. Oh, I wasn't even aware of the
HBO film. :(( I think I'll write a script for him on Whose Role...
this week.

Hope the situation is better by you!

jyotsana said...

hullo whiterose,
hope everythings fine.
the poem says a lot about the simultaneous presence of dualities in life....
the picture in the sidebar with that solitary bird on that painfully bare tree in that brown environment looks very lonely....
and yes i am back to b amongst you all.
affection...