The Rose

A/N: Somehow this originally free verse turned into a sonnet… guess I just looove structure 😄


My favourite flower is the simple rose,

And isn’t that dreadfully boring?

How ordinary isn’t it, to pick a rose?

When you in the rainforest could go exploring?

 

But I just love the rose, it cannot be helped,

It’s beauty is just so very simple,

So I stand here now, and I proudly state,

That yes, sir, the rose is my symbol.

 

 

So sweet a scent if you handle with care,

Though blood will flow if you do not.

There’s a reason the rose is a symbol of love,

Though I can still feel you call it boring in your thoughts.

 

But if the rose is so ordinary, so let it be,

 

But for me; complex beauty is all that I can see.

Insomnia

If I fall asleep now I can get seven hours.

Except I need to get up, because I think I let the stove on.

 

If I fall asleep now I can get six hours.

Except I’m thinking of all the things I’ve got to do tomorrow.

 

If I fall asleep now I can get five hours.

Except I’m thinking about all the things I didn’t do today.

 

If I fall asleep now I can get four hours.

The ticking of the alarm clock is driving me insane.

 

If I fall asleep now I can get three hours.

I have that big project due next week. I’m not even halfway done.

 

If I fall asleep now I can get two hours.

How am I ever going to work on two hours of sleep?

 

If I fall asleep now I can get one hour.

One hour. Surely I can’t work on that.

 

I’m supposed to get up now.

I call in sick.

And finally…

I sleep.

 

 

Darling Sam

A tiny hand,

Grasping mine.

So delicate,

So frail and fine.


 My lips move,

A promise made.

My whole past,

Away it fades.


The one thing,

I won’t mess up.

This weak grip, 

The world it stops.


All I wasn’t,

Now I am.

My baby boy,

My darling Sam.


 

Remnant

A/N: Here is another Sarah Doughty poem (I do love her poetry) 🙂

And for those whose interested, I just wanted to let you know that you can now also find my website under http://www.mariasjostrand.com


 

Heartstring Eulogies

“Why didn’t you
fight for me?” I cried.
“Because, darling,”
you breathed,
“there was nothing
left to fight for.”

© Sarah Doughty

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