Roses Behind Closed Eyes


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.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

12 thoughts on “Roses Behind Closed Eyes”

  1. 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?

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