Just to match the lovely picture! A mood poem.
The Blue Rose
Blue roses don't blush they blend in deep
Midnight's velvet is their theme
A rose pressed thin like blue veins
Of compressed sorrow, seeping through,
saline grief into alabaster's skin.
Rose of quiet regards kept secret
stilled queenly hearts
Too regal to come out and declare
Frozen allegiance gorgeous
Love is a dream in the ether that rains
Sacred dew
That sprinkles holy water, yes
But never drenches its object
Of affection.
Blue roses are spiritual symbols of love's
Tremulous journey into ardent sacrifice
The rigorously treasured flame that
once graced a Rosalind
Igniting impassioned loyalty
It dances a cold clean flamenco
Flickering its grace, bravely glowing
Without outward crimsoned show
With only its desire to please.
Lovely in dutiful discretion
Silent noblesse oblige.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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