One Rose
One tattered rose, yet beauty still remains;
reflecting in the tears of Nature’s grief
to mix with mine. Fate’s route of last refrains
has led me where my love now lies beneath
cold hallowed grounds. It must have fallen from
the myriad of flowers which now frame
white marble stone. Death’s feast has left a crumb
and I, with trembling hand and eyes aflame
retrieve a vestige of the coffin’s shroud.
Now cradled carefully lest petals fall
to carpet steps of dissipating crowd;
much like our wedding day. I will recall
the life we shared but always loathe the ache
of losing my sweet Rose when I awake.
Stanza 2 lines 1 and 3 are not rhyming couplets. Otherwise very enjoyable
Hi Antony,
You are correct about the rhyme when it is read by folks "across the pond" and pronounce "from" like "prom" but being from the deep South in the states, I pronounced it like "frum" because that is the way most folks talk down here. Any suggestions on rectifying the rhyme? Let me know.
Thanks,
Larry
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