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Photograph by Anita Sedberry Bottom last photo)
A Beautiful Companion;
an elegy poem
Little Rose I'm so sorry you were picked
Plucked you
Bright and beautiful
From where you were
Princess of the beauties
You haven't lost your beauty
Yet
But your beaming color won't last here
I gave you all the water I could spare
Your roots and leaves
They had to stay
Stay where you were planted
Here there's no soil
Nor room for that
Dirt we have plenty
It's not the kind
Kind you can use
It's mixed with grime
Dead bugs rotting away
Grime and flakes of skin
Skin from us here within
Please the think the positive
Think of the joy every morning
Here in the dark and dank
Mornings while you last
But it won't be long
They'll throw you out
Out with the rubbish
Junky and poo
Not like where your
Kin will be
With the other mulch to be
So let's toast
Toast to the joy of the past
The sunshine and showers
Childrens' oos and awes
Old ladies so wise
And the friendly gardener
The one and only who
Was to coddle and care
Care for you
Trimmed your nails
And polished your petals
Fed you well
Watered too
All that you have lost
But your beauty still shines
The only pretty here
Not for long
Make the best of what we've not
That's my plight as well
I'll ask my keeper
If we can go together
Away from this cell**
To the paupers' grave
Out on the hill
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**Note: Jailed man picture: The Nicolas Fouquet replica prison cell in the Vaux-le-Vicomte cellar where we visited in 2009.
(click on picture to enlarge)
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- Poem and bottom picture Copyright,
Jimmiehov 2022 and 2011(
read my poem here), All Rights Reserved
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Labels: Artistic Interpretations, Elegy, France, Poem, Poem forms, Spring 2009 Europe Holiday, Sunday Muse 01
11 Comments:
A bright message flickers here my friend. A lovely poem for the image Jim!
I love "Let's toast to the joy of the past" - which we tend to do a lot at this summing-up time of our lives.
Heartbreaking.
"I gave you all the water I could spare " what we have to give vs. what is needed. Always a tough place to be.
I love the story poems you gift us! For some reason your comments were coming thru as spam. I published them.
Aw, [I gave you all the water I could spare] you did your best.
Thus elegy form is very interesting. Enjoyed your poem Jim
Much love...
Jim I gasped at your tragic ending. Makes me wonder what put them in this prison. There is some comfort in knowing they will share eternity side by side.
I like what this image brought up for you. Poor rose.
Makes me wonder who is 'we'.
Lovely rose....
picked
now on a pauper's grave.
There is a haunting sadness in this piece. Sigh…the loss feels heavy
"So let's toast
Toast to the joy of the past
The sunshine and showers "
i agree, let's toast to rain and the sun and everything in-between. well said jim
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