The Saddest Rose... Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

My eyes have beheld the sight of the saddest rose
Here, you will eventually see, as this poem shows
Lost for so long amongst a cobweb covered lawn
That my inner mind’s hand has so carefully drawn.


Beauty of such, entombed within a crystal stone
Since when it grew to age, here left all alone
More fairer than it’s transparent precious case
As it has but such a single simple glory of grace.

Allowing all to see the beauty of how naked is
Without the covers or deception of any apsis
As ghostly flesh dances wickedly within the eye
Full, with some fine tincture, like life’s finest dye.

Which subtly draws the sight to within it thereto
More subdue than with the paler colour of hue
More by that of seduction or wantoning with it
That no stained mixture did ever care to admit.

You can see crimson that flows through the veins
Brighter than the sun’s darting radiant beams
More gently stroked and drawn to the mere sight
Hiding within it some happy concealed delight.

Jealous colours lifted up into the boundless air
For unspoken, to compete all at once is to impair
Where neither too little or too much light is worth
And the senses neither hide nor are brought forth.

There is more daunting beauty than to commend
Than if the naked truths left understood did end
Not detracting all from that clean and subtle skin
That had no other reasoning of pride at all within.

Sadly encased within its crystal tomb was the rose bud
Watching and feasting upon the sights so fractural
The outer world dining on their own flesh and blood
And drinking such tinctures that were so unnatural.

Thus the rose could not help but shed a single tear
As the rose, alone, untouched in its ghostly sphere
Saw that the calmly winds did not dare blow or stir
Blissfully unaware of the love that they do transfer.

Stealing the moment, was a weak, soft, broken beam
An idea of what their single combined purposes mean
Reminding them that if only they should but discover
Reminiscent of some scene of a lover’s taste cast over.

Such struggle to juggle with these unknown senses
While a rainbow of glaring colours laid defences
Thus allowing to let this crystal encased rose be
But they dared to go no further than we can see.

So as a rule, how far is love in this life for them to teach
The nakedness, the lust and sins they must never reach
Lest they go too far in a life that will not allow to extend
Limited by my minds arty wise hand, never to this end….

So the rose gathers itself into itself, once and for all
Taking the scattered selves in its polished crystal ball
Fusing them into one life and make them as one
Where all it can see is the moon and the flashing sun.

Ignoring all the dancing colours, hour after hour intent
Watching the future come and go with the present
And the petty shifting pictures of life outside, rushing
In restless self-sadness, it soul’s spirit slowly crushing…...