“Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress?”- Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions
As dying fragrant petals drift to blackened terra,
earthworms seeking fresh air, drink in their sweet perfume
and taste of life’s fading essence in dusty pink hues
as they feast like drunken butterflies on sweet rose wine
Some wandering petals take wing, flying through the air
bobbing and floating on a cool spring breeze
tempting flocks of doves with ambrosial confetti
a dance of dying colors, before they fall~ forgotten
Back to cold earth
dVerse Poetics: A Conversation Sarah is hosting today and asks us to write a response to a poem we have read in the last year that spoke to us. I chose a poem from Pablo Neruda’s The Book of Questions (link above in quote). Here is poem III:
Tell me, is the…
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