those roses which die in the winter #poem #poetry

those roses which die in the winter
played the piano last night
a whirlpool of notes and of poems
inscribed on a wall painted in blue
caged in your dreams I still struggle
like birds drowned in water and mud
I cover the world with my fingers
I haunt the unspoken in dark
those roses which died before blooming
this love which will end in a tomb

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)

image:  Vasyl Rohan; Shutterstock; [link]

 

68 thoughts on “those roses which die in the winter #poem #poetry

    1. Gina, my dear, thank you so much. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I even asked other bloggers about you. I asked permission to see your site but..
      Are you ok? Are you working on your book?

       
      1. I been so busy Gabriela. Work and yes in my books. Plus more traveling. I am so happy to read this wonderful poetry of yours. Makes my night perfect. Thank you for asking about me, yes I received your messages. Hope all is good with you. I appreciate your beautiful friendship here.

         
      2. I am so glad you are working on your books. Thank you so much for your kind words. I missed your work and I am so happy I can read you again.
        I wish you good luck with everything my dear.
        Good night
        Xoxo

         
      3. Thank you. And to you too. Though you don’t need the luck. You are wonderful and extremely talented. Blessings always ❤️

         
  1. Good morning G,

    This was painfully beautifully. Like a treasured tear drop that freezes on our cheek and remains their like a haunting memory always there to remind us of what could have been. Wonderful piece of writing.

    An inspiring read for my return to blogging after my hiatus.
    Hope you are well. I can see the creative muse in you is alive and well.

     
    1. Drew, sorry for my late reply. Your comment got on my spam folder.
      Thank you so much for your beautiful words. I hope you had a great break.
      Looking forward to your next post.
      Have a wonderful evening.
      G.

       
  2. Do not hurt your fingers to plant other roses. another spring will come with the greenery of your hope and your heart will beat without going through the grave. I love your poem. Pure sensitivity in your verses. Regards.

     
    1. Thank you so much for your magnificent comment. I am humbled and honored by your words. I am going to wait for another spring to come 😊
      Wishing you a magnificent rest of the day.
      Gabriela

       
  3. This poem had me under its spell from start to finish, the sorrow of those roses that die before blooming, that can’t see out the winter… that sorrowful melody they played in my heart through your words.

    “those roses which die in the winter
played the piano last night”
    I don’t think I could love those lines any more.

    Nor these ones:

I haunt the unspoken in dark
those roses which died before blooming
this love which will end in a tomb.

    The sorrow that is the impermanence of love, of life.

    Sorry I was late to this dear G. I think I’m having a week of this…

    Wishing you everything that is good in the world xoxoxo 🌺🌸💝

     
    1. My dearest Rachel, don’t worry about being late. You write when you can. I hope you are feeling well.
      Thank you for your beautiful comment. Finding it this morning was a real joy. I am glad you liked the poem.
      Sending you all the good in the world too. Take care of you sweetheart.
      xoxoxo

       
  4. “…..those rose…..this love which will end in a tomb”.most lovely,dear!! Amazing use of metaphor”caged in your dreams….”gorgeous.dear G!!

     
  5. quelle rose morte in inverno
    hanno suonato il piano ieri la scorsa notte,
    vortice di note e poesie
    inciso su un muro dipinto di blu

    in gabbia nei tuoi sogni, fatico ancora
    come uccelli affondati nell’acqua e nel fango

    Copro il mondo con le dita
    Frequento il non detto al buio
    quelle rose che sono morte prima della fioritura
    questo amore che finirà sepolto

     
    1. Grazie mille, Flavio.

      Every translation of my poems done by you has a special place in my heart. It will always be like this. My days become more beautiful. Well, in this case my night became more beautiful especially after a long day of work.

      I will get back to you during the weekend. Thank you again for your kindness and your support. They mean a lot to me.

       
    1. le non-dit d’un amour…quels beaux mots. Je te remercie beaucoup. Je te souhaite une très bonne année 2020.

       

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