With memories of our beginning
kissed by the sun,
I made my way towards a single rose in the pond.
What sweet conjecture that fades
and glows,
seems to align those who can bear
its thorns,
and soon the skies were filled with heron.
I watch as weeping willows embrace the ground,
now as it’s the utmost ebb of the night.
I smile and heave most gentle sigh,
upon gossamer clouds with a searching eye.
Was it impulse?
Or wisdom stringing us along;
I thought as I observed a single rose in the pond.
Photo credits: Tanya Marcuse
impulse or wisdom… stringing us along… or just emotion!
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
(It could be that)
It is an artist indeed or even a poet that can see the beauty of a discarded rose in a pond. Often we are obsessed with perfection isn’t like that for it brazenly shows the full circle of life. Your poetry always has another level of understanding Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa. Reading your poetry always lifts my spirits.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh my gosh…that image blended with your words and grew a deep sigh in my soul. All life becomes death…and it is a beautiful adventure XXX
Thank you so much, Gina 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I like the image of a rose in a pond or a puddle or a gutter – beauty tossed away.
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I do love the image of that single rose… there is always something good in everything isn’t it?
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
I love where the single rose n the pond took you, Sanaa, sighing and heaving gentle sighs.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a beautiful moment.
Thank you so much, Martin 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
That second stanza just did me in.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love how you blend natural beauty with emotion.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Was it impulse or wisdom
stringing us along,
I thought as I observed
a single rose in the pond.
A single rose can trigger off lots of questions only to one who is observant!
Hank
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
Herons, willows, the word gossamer – three of my favorites! Lovely poem
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lots of lovely imagery but I can hear sounds too:
“soon the skies were filled
with heron”
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The second stanza is alive… and true.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Thanks for linking this to Monday WRites Sanaa
Much love…
My pleasure, Gillena 🙂
Much love…