He bought her invisible roses –
filled her arms with them –
petals insistent against her skin –
piled them round her –
petals feathering against her lips –
and the smell of them –
deep as wine –
heaped them in great drifts –
until she sank beneath the weight of them
invisible.
Merril is hosting dVerse tonight, and we are asked to think about all things invisible.
Sarah writes poems 
This is SO good.
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Thank you!
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I love the theme of “invisible” roses. Being sank by them, is very imaginative.
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This makes me think of sickening roses or the how words never are weightless… just wow
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Another subtle form of abuse. Invisible roses. I wonder if they had thorns?
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I felt her suffocation. I like, too, that the petals were insistent to press against her, like living evil things.
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A magnificent metaphor, indeed. Your title, INVISIBLE ROSES could easily be a novel or a film.Very creative within splendid brevity.
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I didn’t see them as a negative, more that the bringer has intoxicated her senses.
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Hmm…I have to think about this. The roses are invisible (maybe like promises) and the weight of them annihilates her. So interesting.
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I’m not sure quite where it came from. I was thinking about the silent pressures we put each other under in the guise of love, and how crushing that can be.
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Well that certainly happens – and what I think I read in this.
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A beautiful touching poem!
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I LOVE this, Sarah! It’s delicate and powerful at the same time. I agree with Jane, invisible roses are another subtle form of abuse.
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i felt she was drowning in sweet nothings and could not even take a breath of fresh air, so original a theme and suspenseful to me
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All those empty promises…(K)
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Oh, suffocating in the perfume of the rose. Wonderful, Sarah!
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Worse than artificial…invisible!
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petals insistent, deep as wine – there’s both the headiness of new relationship energy in those promises, and danger of what it could be
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Growing old aint for sissies, and love ain’t for romantics, once you get to know the unquiet beast behind mere affection … this is a wonderful little poem with lots of raging sinew — o those draughts of rose-fragrance, heavy, yes, as wine — it should tell us what invisible chains they wind. So fraudulent and necessary. Who knew?
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Wow Sarah. Profound thoughts here.
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Oh I am so sad….what a beautiful poem. So many invisible voices shared here.
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