Crimson Rose

we hide in the backyard of our minds
this garden left untended
for though we have regrets
we really never meant for it to die
when the flower heads began to sag, then ultimately drooped
the worms thirsted, curled up and died
the leaves withered and eventually browned
unwelcome weeds sprouted
when the birds finally stopped singing
and the sole remaining crimson rose
gave up her proud pose
this garden lost within the weeds
paid no heed to half-hearted attempts
at bringing her beauty back to life


PoP 13 March 07