Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash Poetry I am the morning rose 15th July 2020 | by Kenza Saadi | Share this article: I am the morning rose. At dawn, I stand erect. The breeze carries the scent of my dreams. My petals form a thousand smiles, the ones Hafez once wrote about. I will gently wither. I am patient. My petals will crumble and may be used to make rose sherbet. I will then melt on the tongue of children and become laughter. Share this article:
I am the morning rose
I am the morning rose.
At dawn, I stand erect.
The breeze carries the scent of my dreams.
My petals form a thousand smiles,
the ones Hafez once wrote about.
I will gently wither. I am patient.
My petals will crumble
and may be used to make rose sherbet.
I will then melt on the tongue of children
and become laughter.
Kenza Saadi
Kenza Saadi holds a BA from Cornell University and a PhD from Columbia University. Among other activities, she worked in the humanitarian field in war zones. She now lectures on ethics and publishes poetry.