Sometimes we smell the roses
Posted on 18. Oct, 2007 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems
A blissful arrangement, life collected as if purposely grown.
Perfect artistry, naturally ingenuous, dreamy petals soft as silk.
Distinguished charm, reminiscent scent of vibrant allure.
Color, bold and intoxicating, graceful as a rainbow.
Flowers reach not for the essence of living today,
but for the survival of hope, of lifelong destiny.
fated to grow strong with enduring faith,
as they stretch towards the sun,
Outstretched and thriving.
Waiting for purpose,
of meaningful
emotion.