in a Field of Roses

Flowers spread their attractive petals

Bright colors exploding from the bouquets

like a thousand sunsets blooming from the dust

Their aroma fills the air with a rich, decadent sweetness

It conjures images of vibrant, summery meadows

and lush, vivacious gardens

There's a slight draft in the room

It carries the scent in a swirling dance

A wonderful waltz of sensations

I close my eyes and imagine the softest of breezes

caressing my skin with a tantalizing lightness

It's all bright and summery and warm and alive

Until you look left

Left is the smooth black coffin

It gleams in a sickeningly over clean way

The Grim Reaper must have spent hours polishing it

Like a black diamond

surrounded by other ebony gems

as the cloud of black garbed people 

drifts across the cold, desolate room

People stifle their sobs in white tissues

The ivory a stark contrast to all the black cloth

Just like the flowers which seem so out of place

So beautiful and bright and lively

in this room of darkness and sorrow

this room where tears make waterfalls down pale cheeks

And phantoms and shadows dance to the cacophonous cries of the lamenting

The flowers don't seem to notice all the terrors of the room

But perhaps behind their smiling blossoms

A painful haunting infects their gleaming colors

Reviews

[Larry Davis]

This is a wonderful poem. Great job

[Nicki]

Thank you so much, it means a lot!

[Misery]

An excellent twist on some marvelous inspiration. I love poems that offer an unexpected turn. Thank you, dear poet, for sharing this unique creation.

[Nicki]

Thank so much for reviewing! Really appreciate it!