Honor, Freed

By J. Lynne Moore

Heart of love blossoms new,
Meek, to mild, to explosion, grew.

Give me away, you win indeed;
Hold me to close, you slowly bleed.

Watered with tears of joy’s marrow,
Drown with the tears of wholesome sorrow.

An elegant dress of a rainbow hew,
Tights of emerald green too.

A life lived in honor, freed;
In death I leave a lovely seed.

By any other name you may call me,
But beauty is all you will see.

A/N – My son challenged me to write a poem describing a rose without using the words, rose, thorn, flower, petal, red or bouquet.

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