A red rose glistens from a hint
of water spray, now shining
with its partner twined
Sharing an old red pot
faded with aged use,
the soil is a careful collection
The rose’s are young
gleeful an sprite,
strong stems abide them
A Bee lands on a perfect petal
paying it homage for attraction,
your scent a primal urge
Two roses seen in harmony
and framed in innocents,
upon the worldly table
A deep voice sings
of loneliness,
there are two chairs
But one is empty
and the roses require,
more ears to enjoy this chorus
Brain In The Jar 
that is sad, I love it!
Thank you
there is a beauty to this sad lyricism. I reckon the last 9 lines stand by themselves. Do you read much poetry? If so, who?
You are very kind, in my head often there will be at the moment Bukowski – Blue bird, a radio with guts. Walt Whitman thanks to another good blogger, Shelly. Apart from that I read almost anything I can find on the internet, I think Bukowski has had the biggest impact I’m just uncomfortable with my drunks and drums piece. It made me wince three times