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Click here"The roses have not lost their color,"
This is what she insisted when we spoke
on our way to the frost-biten earth beds
before she planted them, and I watched as
the petals crackled, threatened to shatter,
into a fine gray dust that used to be baby-pink.
And trying to convince her that the flowers
were dead, would not simply quench their thirst
on the snow, and sink their roots into sun-warmed
earth, when the spring came, this conversaton,
carried the same futility as an astronomer in love
with a remote star, that died eons ago, but still shines.
With those flowers, drooping under the weight of
the grey skies, and her hands, caked in dry dirt,
I feel as though we are like a madman clinging to
a piece of driftwood, ignoring the circling sharks.
I was really unsure if I liked the third stanza either, so thanks for your feedback!
I hope this clatifies, if clarification is desired : the woman in the poem is in love with someone she can't have, a third person who is not the narrator.
I can’t figure out if this is an allegory for someone no longer in love with someone who still loves him. If it is, the poem would’ve have been very good IMHO with just the first two stanzas. The circling sharks and driftwood didn’t connect with me.
I hope to read more of your work.