A Rose Along The Wayside

Stopping
from a not-so-long walk
I sit
beside a rose
along the wayside;

I noticed
that the thorns,
and the dry leaves
didn't deaden
the warming color,
and sweet scent
of its delicate petals
that soothe
my weary soul.

by Jez C Brul

Comments (8)

The rose, my most favourite flower. Despite the thorns, and the dry leaves, the warming color, and sweet scent of its delicate petals still are and that soothe your weary soul. A heart warming poem, loveliest worded. Thank you for sharing, dear Jez.
We love the beauty and fragrance of a rose, despite the thorns the plant bears! When goodness supercedes, we tend to forget the minor lapses! A poem which has deeper dimensions than the surface meaning! Well done Jez!
Ah, it says a lot without saying in so many words. The Ice-berg theory of poetry before us. Beautiful.
Well written poem with a lovely message
A lovely poem, dear Jez. Simply wonderful...10+++++++++++
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