by Gracy Judith   Jun 21, 2020

I thought they would blossom
these roses of chance
or lean into each other
for support, warmth--
rains spill
summers abate
seasons roll past
nothing blooms here
except silence
in this garden of want
hope piles
in layers of wait
the withering is near

and yet…

not a single rose
on the rosebush
only birdsong

by Gracy Judith [GJ]


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by hiraeth

    Lovely poem.

    Welcome to P&Q, hope to see more of your work!

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Gracy Judith

      Thank you Hiraeth. What a lovely community of creative minds at work! I'm loving it so far :-)

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Beautifully written.

    A warm welcome to the site

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