Unbudded Rose

Life doesn’t halt for those of us remaining in the world

Photo by Sarah Mutter on Unsplash


unbudded rose


milky white



and lilted

in my hand

by my side

thorns no

longer sharp

just alive

and jaded

protruded from

a stem

Green fused


Re-working this ancient poem from my college days made me think of how my heart feels after losing my 21-year-old son last year — Although part of me also shriveled up and died when Brandon left this world, life doesn’t stop.

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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