
The Last Rose of Summer
It’s the last rose of summer.
A rosewave.
Its petals free-
falling across the table.
Final days
are always so fragile .
If I’d not cut it from its limb,
and lovingly possessed it,
would it have lasted longer?
A day perhaps, or two.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of the Blank Title. ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter. Image from Unsplash.
5 responses to “Day 8: NaPoWriMo 2021”
In this weather, I suspect it would have withered quicker outside.
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Froze here overnight!
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Crikey!
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Grab what you can while you can still grabbit, I say. Nothing blooms forever anyway, so…
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THere’s worse things than rose confetti on your table. 🙂
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