A rose is really,
more or less...
velvet petals,
sweetly pressed.

Blossoms of red,
a background of white...
given with love,
on each special night.

I would rather have one blossom,
from the garden of a friend...
than to have a heap of flowers,
when my stay on earth must end.

Roses speak toneless words,
write a card, and send...
it could be all over tommorow,
a rose again, in the end.

So bring me all your flowers now,
whether pink, or white, or red...
I'd rather have one blossom now,
than all of them when I'm dead.

I know it isn't really a cheery poem, but I would love to hear some feedback. (positive I hope!!)

Love and friendship and performing acts of kindness while today is here and we are all alive!!....mixed
in with flowers and the art of sending them.

I enjoyed it!!!

Love,

Julie

It's what roses are for. Meant to be offered as a token.... something real for something that can't be seen or touched and with a perfume that whispers.
Your point came across loud and clear.......

This is a wonderful poem, Krisi, very well written, and as Rusty says the sentiment comes across loud and clear! I've always thought exactly the same way - really, what good do all those flowers do a person once they're dead? I'd also much rather have them to enjoy while I'm alive!

I don't know if you've ever noticed them, but last winter, when it was black dark for weeks on end here {at least it seemed that way!} I went and got myself a bouquet of fake purple roses for my desk. I'll tell you, those fake roses added just the right bit of colour and cheer to my desk, and saved my equilibrium a few times, I think. I'm sure God had women in mind when he created flowers, and roses especially!

Maybe when I'm rich, I'll have all my close women friends on a regular monthly delivery of their favourite flowers. Wouldn't that be nice? You'd be on there, of course! And your darling little girl, when she gets old enough.

This really is a very good poem, Krisi! Good for you!!

Love and Hugs,

Alice

Alice, thank you so much for being an editor. I didnt know how to spell whether. He He (wether)
Do you have any rights to the name of the voice? Cause I know you have taken that site with you half way across Canada. You should find some way to take it back.