You ask me to tell you of the roses in my garden
Instead of colors or the sunlight
I ask you to close your eyes so I can whisper
Of the heady scent that lines my driveway
The crunch of gravel the only sound
As petals brush across bare shoulders
You ask me to tell you of the roses in my garden;
They’ve overgrown like a runaway dream.
RED GLADIOLA 
So gentle … 🙂
Thanks! ❤
sooooo lovely
I’m glad you thought so! =)
a painting in words
=D
I love the softness, and gentleness of this poem. It has great imagery.
Thanks! I was going for a very soft effect. Glad it worked! ❤
Beautiful poem, but I’ll offer one suggestion. Your last line carries the punch, but the second-last line doesn’t flow with it. What if you repeated the first line, making it the second-last, bringing us back to describing the roses again?
Ah, I see what you mean! Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll modify the poem. =)
Reading this, the feeling it gives me is so familiar but…I can’t describe it 🙂 this is really touching
Thank you! I’m glad it moved you. ❤