***Dropping A Red Rose***

Staring into the mirror seeking life
watching each dark night
as I pooled soaking
the sheets the bed clothes
I wore

I clung to hope as I saw each one
waiting, watching long hours
as a cataclysmic event
unfolded

standing on the precipice
of scorched earth
stepping around grave stones
stepping over graves
resting places

the essence of them I held within
the essence of me
reaching to touch shadows
dropping a red rose
atop a casket

my body reduced to remnants dry
as a tree now lifeless
brittle as earth in drought
cracked and devoid of water

but my soul though languishing
refused to perish
as hope will not
when secured in
determination

© January 2017 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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10 Replies to “***Dropping A Red Rose***”

  1. Well done, Renee. I like the reaching to touch shadows. It’s just what it felt like to me too – as thought the shadows were almost new friends – at least present – and could tell us something. Offer comfort. Memorable poem. Poem on …

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  2. That was a powerful post indeed. Hope and determination are indeed a ‘never say die’ duo which can usher miracles into our lives. So what is it we need to do to sustain these within us in the face of adversity?

    Shakti

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  3. Lovely poem dear Renee.. So much said here within these verse.. of both our World and our personal struggles of never giving up.. May our HOPE and Determination carry us forward to renewal my friend in what ever sphere we find ourselves having to travel..
    ❤ Love and Blessings Sue xxx

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