Final edition of my evening lament? Thoughts?

Question

Well its completed I finally found the right words to describe my thoughts about giving up on my poetry. I do not think I will but there comes a time when a poet just doesnt feel like what they say meaning anything to anyone-and this poem came from that-Thanks to Amy and Galactica for their kind words

Blue Rose

Blue Rose illuminated

By an alabaster moon

You rose timidly

Growing amongst weeds

Midnight black

An unconscious sway

Words fell like raindrops

Upon your veins

Absorbing the flurry

Your petals unraveled

Exposing your center

Of delicate folds

Such an unusual beauty

Yet your hue was off-putting

Not like sun stained roses

Others looked at in wonder

Your head of petals fell

Straining your defeated stem

Exposing the strings

That so loosely held you

Thorns snap like fingers

You pricked too deeply

Your indigo tips curl

Painted a leather brown

The warm air whips

Your petals lay shrinking

Breaking off easily

Like a wing from a fly

Answer 1

Please dont stop writing. your words are elegant... precise to the emotion. dont write for other people... write for you. as for me.... this is some of the best i've read in awhile.

Answer 2

just love these parts:

"Words fell like raindrops

Upon your veins"

"Thorns snap like fingers

You pricked too deeply"

i like ur symbolism too!

Answer 3

How very beautiful! I sure your poems are more appreciated than you know! I feel the work you have put into this poem! I feel the rose that could have possibly grown among the weeds, and watched its petals fall, so beautifully described! You'll never know who  you could have touched by your words, if your writing stops now!! Cheers!!