It was a sprightly day in June
and a blue rose blossomed in my garden
amidst full red roses
The tender blue rose
had dangerous thorns,
which pricked at the slightest touch
It survived the spring and the fall
and looked as silky
as the day on which it was born
One sunny day
it was suddenly gone
We looked all over the ground,
the walls and even in the next garden,
but it was not to be seen
and we never had a blue rose again
Where did the rose go?
Well, the rose appeared unexpectedly and vanished as abruptly as it came. Thank you for the comment:)
I agree where did it go… lovely poem though…
Well, it is surprising that a blue rose bloomed in a bush of red roses. It withstood spring and even fall…then disappeared when it was least expected…that’s how the imagination goes:)) thank you for liking this one
Splendid and touching … I have just lost my blue rose too…. Sad 8(
Thanks a lot for visiting and liking the poem..
what an amazing poem! it must have been a fairy disguising as a flower.
Your interpretation is very nice:) Glad you enjoyed, Sharmishtha.
thanks padmini. the poem is exotic.