Roses in the Rain

Form: French sonnet

To cut the blooms or not to cut
To feel her pain or let it be
To let her grow in liberty
Yet if I take her bloom there’s a but
A sensual pang deep in my gut
My selfish want that fails to see
In the garden she is beauty
And in a vase she’s lost the lot
So I stand there, out in the rain
And see her tears reflect the pain
My secateurs would bring her soul
Her beauty here should thus remain
Her weeping cannot be in vain
In my garden she can be whol

©JGFarmer2020

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s