Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poem of the Day: “Rose of Sharon” by Kaitlyn Frazier, Frequent Contributor & Poet of the Week

Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Rose of Sharon” by Kaitlyn Frazier, a Songs of Eretz Frequent Contributor and this week's Poet of the Week. A biography of Ms. Frazier may be found under our “About Our Editor & Frequent Contributors” heading.

Rose of Sharon
Kaitlyn Frazier

Away on a farm there lived a miller,
He tended his cattle and garden.
His lady’s flowers were most peculiar,
That they were as flawless as a maiden.
Illustrious and grand, they grew throughout fall,
And even in winter, they never ceased.
Daisies, tansies, snap dragons, she had all,
They radiated an odd kind of peace.

One day she approached her flowers in rows,
But fear suddenly turned to her heart to stone.
For her flowers danced a jig of death throes,
No disease nor weather were her flow’rs prone.

Wailing with grief she ran to her husband,
Although comfort in him, she did not find.
“You love those flowers more than me, Sharon,
For these flowers would you me the same pine?”

Aghast, she ran a hand through his red hair,
“Why not tell me of these feelings sooner?
My love for you is more than the flowers fair,
Dear, look at me,” she said with fervor.

“My lady, I love you more than you know,
Never would I take away your flowers,
Yet, I’m happy your flowers cease to grow,
For the flow’rs possessed an odd kind of pow’r.”

They lived favorably for the rest of their days,
Without a petal to stand in their way.
Her husband received her absolute praise,
‘Til quietly in their fresh graves they lay.

Poet’s Notes: A few morals can be taken from this poem; one being that a person can neglect what is really important when being distracted by something that is beautiful but detrimental to his/her well-being in reality. Also, I use red hair to describe almost every guy in my poems because my brother has the prettiest red hair. Ever.

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