Tainted Roses: An Elegy

Writing 201, Poetry, Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

At midday. In full sun.
At midday. In full sun.

Tainted Roses

The joy of letting past things be
Confining dreams to memory
My hopes and my fears
And lost love’s tears
How can I utterly let go
Of what I loved so?
The temptation is to savour
Some bygone flavour
Until the present becomes tainted
By memories rose-painted
Forgetting the past
For nothing shall last
A higher calling beckons me
No slave to memories
That shall surely fade away
But hope shall stay

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