I am dreaming of a lovely white rose.
A man hands it to me, what is he proposing?
And all throughout I see the white roses
Planted out in the garden.
In a case on the kitchen table
Laced throughout my hair.
They were my favorite? They must have been
These images that keep reappearing…
These dreams that seem so real
Are the memory or imagination!
Are they from a past lover or a delusion
Am I going mad?
Am I just sad ?
Or is it the reaching fibres of a past me.
A gentle reminder,
That though this body be young
This soul is older.
It has danced with death more times then most.
Happily taken its hand, to be released.
But it’s holding on so hard to this white rose
Begging me to learn its secrets.
Calling to me, and speaking.
I have to find the white rose.
And know it’s meaning!
The English major in me thinks white…
Purity, unblemished, and soft
The historian in me thinks…
Tudor vs Yorks.
But I dare not think myself so important.
Just a girl who loved roses. Even in this life
Though these days I’ve matured to red.
The deep color of the petals.
The sharper scent.
A harsh contrast to the white I see when I am dreaming.
Why a white rose?
Why a white rose?
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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