The last petal

pink rose in bloom close up photo
P.C :- Thais Do Rio; Unsplash

If counting petals would’ve earned me,

I’d have a trophy by now,

Each petal of a blush pink rose,

Cries out hoarse,

He loves me,

He loves me not,

Sparing any heartache,

I let the pink rose blush its way straight,

Into my heart.

44 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Whimsygizmo aka De Jackson for hosting Quadrille at dVerse. Today’s challenge was to include, “heart” in a 44 word poem. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

43 thoughts on “The last petal

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  1. So enchanting, that beautiful rose! A fragrant companion in our reflections. Your poem captures the magic Diana!

    As children, we always destroyed daisies, not roses, to discover whether we were loved…no imagination, or maybe, no roses! 🙂

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  2. Oh my goodness this is incredibly gorgeous writing! I especially love; “Each petal of a blush pink rose, cries out hoarse,”… sigh 💝💝

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