The Search function here sucks and even by typing in the exact title of one of my poems it never came up!
I had a thought tonight to reshare this thing I wrote some time ago for my favorite cousin when she was in a bad way. She's much better now and though I cannot credit this rhyme with making that so, I do think it might have helped her see some light through her own clouded skies. I share it again in the hopes it might shine a light for others in some possible time of need.
Be well, Live happy, Die trying !
Winter's Rose
by: Rob Paquin
Beneath the winter's snows, buried there are things so deep below,
Like a love that's lost it's soul, lies a row of summer's rose.
Waiting just to be exposed.
So perfectly deranged. Like a soul that's now estranged.
Lie those roses, sleeping there unchanged. Their beauty much the same.
A flame of life to rearrange.
And yet that rose, it just can't see. That their beauty is just asleep.
Bound dormant, until released, by the summer's warming heat.
It's such a temporary freeze.
Inside the rose's heart, there lies the hope of a fresher start.
Like a piece of abstract art, provoking colors splashed across the chart
Thoughts from inside, wisdom imparts.
So the rose..., she must believe, that the summer comes for she.
With it's sun she'll be set free. A bloom that all can see.
Of the highest level of degree.
And, from inside out..., she is reborn. Love's light, inside...; Adorned.
The past, now gone, and scorned,. No longer to be mourned.
With a heart that's been forewarned.
So much stronger the rose now grows. Sprouting forth from beneath the snows.
To greet the life that is bestowed. With a soul now predisposed,
To shine and glow.
Beauty..; Unopposed.
~The Snowdog~
Be well, Live happy, Die trying !
Winter's Rose
by: Rob Paquin
Beneath the winter's snows, buried there are things so deep below,
Like a love that's lost it's soul, lies a row of summer's rose.
Waiting just to be exposed.
So perfectly deranged. Like a soul that's now estranged.
Lie those roses, sleeping there unchanged. Their beauty much the same.
A flame of life to rearrange.
And yet that rose, it just can't see. That their beauty is just asleep.
Bound dormant, until released, by the summer's warming heat.
It's such a temporary freeze.
Inside the rose's heart, there lies the hope of a fresher start.
Like a piece of abstract art, provoking colors splashed across the chart
Thoughts from inside, wisdom imparts.
So the rose..., she must believe, that the summer comes for she.
With it's sun she'll be set free. A bloom that all can see.
Of the highest level of degree.
And, from inside out..., she is reborn. Love's light, inside...; Adorned.
The past, now gone, and scorned,. No longer to be mourned.
With a heart that's been forewarned.
So much stronger the rose now grows. Sprouting forth from beneath the snows.
To greet the life that is bestowed. With a soul now predisposed,
To shine and glow.
Beauty..; Unopposed.
~The Snowdog~
