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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

The Glass Rose

The Glass Rose

Eyes wide open I lie on the sheets
The fan turns and whirs, the ceiling looks so familiar
Where have I seen it before?

The sun sets and rises
Feelings come and go
Each day is as before

Standing at the doorway
Your shadow cast itself on me
Bringing memories of happiness
Unable to shake it off

Like a rose you are, a child of spring
So full of innocence and joy
A beauty that endures, yet pricks and defies

Cast in glass the rose forever
As the bud turns to leaves, the colours live and breathe
Cast in glass the rose forever
With the sun’s rays trapped inside

The ceiling looks the same
As the sun sets on the horizon
Each day is as before

The bells have rung the time has come
I cannot find the words to say my last goodbye
Cast in glass the rose forever is

Ave Maria :20:54   1 comments

1 Comments:

At 3:51 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This one is different...

I get a meaning from it, but I'm not sure if it's necessarily the meaning that the poet may have intended...

But I like this one for that very reason.

 

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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