Rose

I watched her from afar
An observer
Hiding behind dog-eared pages
of a well-loved book
Her cheeks, soft, delicate
colored magenta
by the unforgiving wind
Voices climb and fall
I hear opera through the trees
Lovers intertwined
on a blanket of forever
Her hands, weathered
wrinkled
folded calmly in her lap
A ship sounds a lonely call
A cry from the sea
In her eyes I see a lifetime
of tales
Did she know love?
Droplets of rain
fat
fall from the sky
I rise
as does she
Our time
passed
too
quickly
as time
often does…

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About Suzanne Parlee

I have been writing poetry since I was a little girl. Now an adult I find such comfort in words, in books, and the written word in general. I am from New Brunswick, Canada, a province surrounded by The Bay Of Fundy, and The Saint John River, only one hour's drive from the Maine/USA border. Beautiful province!

2 thoughts on “Rose

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    I found this to be an intriguing piece.In some respects,this could be from a screenplay of a film perhaps similar to “One Day”,laden with emotional power,,that employ subtle shifts in perspective and time? “I watched her from afar,an observer hiding..” the casual reader,caught unawares,might overlook the nuance of who is refering to whom exactly?is the observer the “I” or the “Her”? Altogether superbly crafted.Encore,encore!!!!

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  2. suzanne parlee

    Thank you so Louis for taking the time to not only read but feel what this piece was about, it means so much to me. More than mere words can express…such support

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