capriccios rose, ye whirling flow of perfume
intoxicating people with your essence,
alluring in your velvet petals’ costume,
why is your beauty doomed to evanescence?
is it for reigning over other flowers
too haughtily unfolding your prestige?
or maybe for your hypnotizing powers
that hold one’s admiration in your liege?
or maybe it’s because your thorny keepers
which claim a bloody toll through stinging pain
from those who dare to try to be your reapers?
“when keeping your eyes shut, you look in vain –
i'm meant to teach you, witless walking sleepers,
about the transiency of every reign.”
I yearn to write a sonnet so lovely as this. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing