Purple Rose

a rose.by any other name

 might smell as

sweet~ but not this rose..

she knows only

sadness ..simply not 

the same as others

 you may know,

                 with

her hue shone low 

no light penetrates

 darkness when

one is left alone

                caught

in the rain of another 

mundane day ..

her parfume charm 

washed away in a

drizzle of loneliness

              one can

only guess the unrest 

felt ..the duress dealt

struggling with wet

laden petals ..beneath

the deluge of misery

                

                   yet

  she vows to bloom once again

             

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love how you weave the idea of purple as being melancholy, along with a rose that can be so fleeting, to symbolize how life's little bursts of happiness are only punctuation marks along a dreary pathway, but a bloom is still worth yearning toward! (((HUGS)))

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Margie for reading I see what
you mean ..so spot on with your keen
Insight on this one..i so appreciate your
kind review;

[Miss Sharon]

Yes....even in the midst of trial and turmoil you will come through on the positive side...just like your beautiful poem! ~Sharon

[Fran Marie]

Thank you Miss Sharon, for your kind words..i s o appreciate it;

[K writes]

Love the color purple, like how you used it in this write...
awesome writing

[Fran Marie]

Purple and red are my favorite colors
Thanks Kaykey so much for reading

[Chris Shaw]

There is a sadness here woven throughout the poem but there is also hope for the future in the final line. Life is like that. We have periods of sadness mixed in with true happiness. We have to take the rough with the smooth. A beautiful pen Fran.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Chris so very much I
so appreciate your kind review

[Chris Shaw]

Always a pleasure to read you Fran:)

[LostSage]

ever notice how us poem people seem sad?....we commiserate it seems....I like your desire poem....that was fun....stars and flowers atcha✨💐

[Fran Marie]

yeah we poet people can't be happy all the time we need to add a little drama and make those poems pop. and bring balance ..thanks Jeff glad you liked
my other poem..flowers back at ya

[Betty Hermelee]

A beauty! An allegory of sudden sadness, as if something bad just happened, as if someone close to her has done something to create her misery.... her spirit is low; "no light penetrates darkness" another low day, her perfume fades from the day she sprayed herself in happiness; she stays close to darkness until the day she is ready to bloom once more. So fantastic, dream-like; but with hope at the end.
Best, B

[Fran Marie]

Many Thanks Betty I s o appreciate;

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Fran

[EJ Rhyker]

Breathtaking. I love the line 'her hue shone low'. That's how I feel on my low days

[Fran Marie]

Thanks EJ. so very much;

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful story written in your words dear Fran. I have English roses in my yard. I cut from my Grandfather bushes and now. I have a yard filled with them. A sad rose will bloom in the Spring. Maybe find better days? Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

There will be better days hopefully
thanks for the reviews on my poetry
I do so appreciate;

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome dear Fran.

[Zoe Richardson]

What excellent hope you express here! Often our colors are dampened, or they wither and fade. But where there is life, there is always a chance to bloom again. Your last line captured this perfectly.

[Fran Marie]

yes; there's always that chance to bloom
again..maybe not as brightly..but still bloom ..thanks Zoe appreciate the review

[John the Baptist]

Very grateful for the last line in this one. The preceding sounded very much like a depressive episode. When one can vow to bloom again, though, you know the sun will shine again eventually.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks John; I'm not now but have been depressed in.the past..thought I'd write
about that dark malady for all those
still going through it ..to know they
can survive it