Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Her Rose














She walked her dream and looked around
At smallest flowers on the ground
The yellow bees were buzzing by
She spied a rose, and heard it sigh

The tiny drops of dew were clear
And playfully as she came near
The thorns did glistened but obeyed
The hand that once had held the spade

The hand that held a knife to prune
A blossom tender for her room
Did cut the rose, a fragrant scent
She’d not return ‘til this one spent

10 comments:

  1. A sigh of a rose... Love the last stanza especially!

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    1. Dezmond - thank you. I'm glad you liked it. Tomorrow I'll post "Her Thorn".

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  2. A rose by any other name... it surely smells sweet!

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    1. That rose bush is in my yard - planted by my Mom some thirty years ago. It's a climber, and taller than me now. It smells so good.

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  3. Greetings human, Dixie,

    I'm about to take my human, Gary, out for a walk. Before I go, or he goes, for that matter, I thought I should delight you with a comment.

    A rose a thing of beauty. You have stated it well. Just mind out for the pricks, my human friend. I know, a thorny issue! Arf!

    Pawsitive wishes,

    Penny :)

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    1. Penny - you pawstive people person - you! Enjoy your walk but don't tire out the old guy!

      Thank you for delighting me with your comment and visit today. :))

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  4. The sweet smell of the rose eludes
    For winter weather now ensues
    Depriving me of blossom bliss
    Frozen am I by winter's kiss

    Leafless trees, void of life
    Howling wind cuts like a knife
    Grey skies prevail with their daunting gloom
    The rose awaits for its time to bloom

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  5. Yes another delightful poem. Don't write poetry much these days. Used to write a lot of it once.

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    1. Hi Jo. My hero was HazelMarie Elliott (Mattie). I loved her poetry and intricate expressions. Though I never had the pleasure to meet her, I've kept all of the emails.
      I'm glad you enjoyed this one also. Maybe you'll post one of your's for old time sake. Thanks again.

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