Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses pink are the sign of my morning,
Symbols of hope for the new-waking day,
Both a greeting of peace and dire warning,
That all things pure and precious pass away.
What is death if we know a day of life?
What is loss if we love but an hour?
All the heavy hurt of our mortal strife,
Redeemed by the blossoms of a flower!
How fragile are the petals of being!
How weakly clings the dew upon the leaves!
How fleeting is this sight I am seeing,
For soon this tender moment wilts and grieves!

The thorns and tendrils of impending death
Magnify the worth of each fragrant breath!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

A Distant Rose

A Distant Rose

 

Peace of Night

A Distant Rose

I sought a very exceptional rose;
A flower supreme in every way –
Bloom that not age, nor blight, nor aphid knows,
Whose complexion is as clear as the day,
From whose countenance magnificence flows,
As the Sun presides over lowly Earth,
From which celestial radiance glows,
Surpassing any common flower’s birth.

I sought among roses a perfect rose,
Among peerless leaves, among tender buds,
Among thornless stems arrayed in flawless rows,
From which the essence of pristine dawn floods
And ambrosial fragrance constantly blows,
Whose dew-kissed petals delicately sway
To the hymns hummingbird’s gay wings compose,
To flutter of butterflies come to play.

I wanted to believe that desire sows
Blossoms as pure as a pure heart conceives.
But blooms wilt, and waking dreams at last doze,
And defect alone excellence achieves.
And I see that only from afar grows
The flower by blemish unpolluted.
Perfection in a distant rose best shows,
Whose wine’s bouquet is best drunk diluted.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

Here Is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is your canvas blue,
Rainbow colors too.
Touch your brush to it –
Long flowing locks of flaxen gold.
Send your soul through it.
Paint your day, your moment.
Set your image glowing,
Knowing it shall pass
As all things do –
But surpassing all things for a moment.

Here is your canvas.
What picture will you paint?

~ Daniel F Mitchell

That Far

That Far

That Far

That Far

I walked beneath heaven tonight,
Stood underneath endless sky,
Gazed upon a celestial sight,
Looked the gods straight in the eye.

Will you longer detain me here,
Hide behind a bolted door,
Cower under your roof in fear,
Damned earthbound for evermore?

I would fly if I were able,
Recline on a shining star,
Dine from an immortal table,
If my hand could reach that far.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

Slate of Never

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

Let not my life be deemed a fleeting dream,
Fast dissipating into nevermore,
Adrift upon time’s everlasting stream,
Floating away to oblivion’s shore!

Let not my breath be aspiration vain,
As transient wind passing through the trees,
An inspiration without lasting gain,
A dying utterance, a wistful breeze!

Let me live each day as my final day,
Breathing each breath as though it were my last!
Let my thoughts in this precious present stay,
Reflecting this universe, deep and vast!

Let this one moment echo forever,
A poem composed on the slate of never!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not in Vain

Say that it was not in vain.
Accept the loss.
Endure the pain.
Let the dice fall where they will.
May your troubled heart be still.
At the ending of the day,
When all hope has passed away,
Though time leaves no lasting gain,
Say that it was not in vain.

~ Daniel F Mitchell