I saw a rose upon this leaf

A poem discussing the continuity of art and the immortality of artists through the recycling of future artists. In the style of Emily Dickinson and Blake meets Keatsian sonnet form.

I saw a rose upon this leaf

what soil did it grow?

A rose before? A rose below?

It rose from Lily's grief.

But where in turn this lily spring?

Who did craft Lily?

From God? Monet? Blake or Willy?

I see, a lily Keats did bring.

This leaf gives life to Artist's bloom

And Art gives life to truth

For leaves before feed leaves of youth

I rise from Keats' tomb.

This leaf degrades, but the rose grows on,

What rose from past is never gone.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[char]

Artists never die. Their work is recycled into the next generation. That generation calls them "inspiration". I like this nice, simple, and non-abstract. My literal mind thanks you.

[Faulkner85]

Truly thought provoking, Definitely going as one of my favourites

[dicey jones]

i agree with this.
a rebirth of something, of someone...like they were never gone

[Poet-bellied pig]

Completely agree