Sleeping Rose
I got off the train and went to the bus stop. There, sitting all by itself on the dark green bench, was a perfect long stemmed red rose. I was really struck by it. Who would leave such a perfect and beautiful thing sitting on a bench. Didn’t it have meaning to them? Was it a gift from someone, or for someone.
I didn’t want it to die, so I took it home.
Sleeping Rose belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalA long stemmed rose
Wrapped in cellophane
Tied with a bow
Falls softly into sleep
On a bus stop bench
Melissa Vowell
wow. Who would leave it?
PhotogeniquE IPA
so poignant. what story, I wonder, brought it to such a place? Perhaps you should write it.
Birgitta
Well, die it will..as all (most) things do. But it’s mysterious.
Yes..the story behind it is intriguing, simply because it allows
anyone to write their own story to it in their imagination! And you didn’t
get a shot of it?!
;-)
Birgitta
And I like the words you penned to it.
Simply elegant, and necessarily underwritten.
TrEaSuReDiMaGeS
Another beautifully written piece!! :-)