Evening Rose Comments
The dusty window frames her form
Silhouetting her fragility as evening falls
With hands as gnarled oak
Clasping the unvarnished rocking chair
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Tenderness is expressed well in this piece. Also reads as a bittersweet tale of time.
youth is a wonder to behold as is age itself...but love...romance not a chance one could ever lose a blink or a wink... you write as if you know or knew this person...a closeness is read within your words...mmmm...who is she..ha ha... well let the woman into paradise...if only for a moment...I smiled while reading...and relaxed a bit more..ty kwane
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7/30/2025 4:43:04 AM # 1.0.0
This is a very nice poem.Old age is a thief that will be dealt with one day. I guess what makes it so painful is we are supposed to live forever.Our spirits know this but or bodies don't.They are from two different places. Good job.