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    dots Submission Name: Rosesdots

    Author: Roselize
    Elite Ratio:    2.62 - 22/40/27
    Words: 242
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
    Total Views: 714
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       I have no clue what this poem is actually about. Read it and make up your own mind. Oh, and please comment.

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    This room is quiet,
    The silence groans,
    In empty, frail, yet powerful tones,
    As I am pacing to and fro,
    I cannot stay, I dare not go,

    This room is empty,
    Save for me (and for my longing to be free),
    A desk, some paper, pen and chair,
    About all else I do not care,

    Sometimes it's dark, sometimes there's light,
    Sometimes it's day and sometimes night,
    But all I see are shades of gray,
    Surrounding me with bleak dismay,

    I glance upon my desk, and there,
    (I never saw a sight so fair),
    A vase of roses suddenly stands,
    I touch the vase with shaking hands,

    I counted them and there are nine,
    And that makes me feel, oh, so fine,
    And I myself feel like a rose,
    (Though why I do so - no-one knows)

    Then ten roses are we in all,
    The other nine hold me enthralled,
    And so I sit upon my chair,
    And stare and stare and stare and stare,

    Then, all at once, the nine start wilting,
    Petals drooping, stems all tilting,
    Falling, breaking, melting, shrinking,
    Till my mind cannot help thinking,
    That my roses are all dying,

    The desk is wet! I must be crying!
    Hands are shaking,
    Voice is breaking,

    Then my roses, shudder, perish,
    Everything I want and cherish,
    Through the silence rings a moan,

    I am, once again...
    ... Alone.

    Submitted on 2009-04-06 15:38:54     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I really, really liked the poem. It was one of the type of poems that rhymed, which I rarely come upon. I really liked that I could imagine what was happening. The poem made me feel happy talking about beautiful roses, and sad when they wilted away and the writer cried, or as said in the poem.
    | Posted on 2009-04-08 00:00:00 | by ikoshima | [ Reply to This ]

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