And there were roses

And there were roses

A Poem by An owl on the moon

A fragrant life well lived...


























That first tender cry

Fresh sound in a fresh world

Covered in blood and wrapped in love

And there were roses

Pink fragrance of new life…


Sweet sixteen smiles

First kiss blushes

Movies and magic and starry skies

And there were roses

Yellow blooms in the hues of joy…


She wore white-laced summer

And he wore her kisses on his lips

Like a badge of honor

And there were roses

Like alabaster flames of devotion…


Her smile lingered

Amidst well-woven lines of life

His hand firmly held in hers

And there were roses

50 crimson blooms…


A tender peace lays soft

Her hands draped across her chest

Teardrops like pearls strewn down

And there were roses

Scented of heaven and angel wings…


© 2010 An owl on the moon

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This by far my favorite...I must hunt for the words to express my You have bewitched me with this piece...I bow before Your talent, my friend...there is sweetness even in the last stanza that speaks of death...oh death.. sweetly strewn with fragile, fragrant roses...just another journey she had to make...oh how perfectly you match the hues of the roses to each stage...incredible...I am speechless...I would proudly write this on my've outdone yourself,Craig...simply wow...

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Very beautifully written. The words are very touching as the exquisite imagery. Excellent work. I hope you are doing well.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Oh WOW! This touched my heart and tugged on some strings. I enjoyed this write. You are a wonderful writer.

Posted 13 Years Ago

Couldn't put it better myself A.A...... or can I????????? Probably not but here we go. I loved the imagery of this poem, it's short but full of emotion that expresses the process of life. We are born, we live, and then we die. Life is what we make it and no one can stop us from making it but ourselves. Clearly your character did well to deserve those roses ;) Good work. I enjoyed this piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago

I simply loved this... It's so plainly written, absentmindedly. Almost like an onlooker merely observing another's life story.
The relation of roses and the different levels of prestige only magnified the intensity of this piece, and hooked me in.

Needless to say, added to my favorites (:
Nicely written, you surely have a talent.

Gage T. Anderson

Posted 13 Years Ago

I love the dreamy vagueness of this poem.. After each chorus line: "And there were roses..." You give the line new meaning!
Some writers have much weakness in doing that but this is a perfect example of how it should be done. Kudos :))

Posted 13 Years Ago

Very beautiful and very sad at the same time. This is very elegant and so full of emotion. Roses for every stage of her life.

Posted 13 Years Ago

This poem was beautiful and gave me the chills on the last verse. I loved it

Posted 13 Years Ago

Stunning imagery as always Craig! It was beautiful the way you related each stage of this woman's life as a different kind of rose. Bravo :)

Posted 13 Years Ago

Wow, this is so beautiful, thank you for sharing this.


Posted 13 Years Ago

This is such a beautiful journey through a woman's life, garlanded in the flower of all flowers - a rose. What a subtle, clever piece of writing, using different colours for the different stages of her life. Each stanza has it's own magic but the special one has to be :

' She wore white-laced summer
And he wore her kisses on his lips
Like a badge of honor
And there were roses
Like alabaster flames of devotion…'

Posted 13 Years Ago

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