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Don't cling to me
as you take me from the earth,
flattering me about my rosy tint,
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inhaling my heart
then flinging me into your winter garden,
to read my petals on a wistful day.
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Don't wrench away a coy bud
I've hidden
beneath a well placed thorn,
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to give me up,
as if I were a beast impounded
and not a rose.
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I'll start again
as dreams come into flower,
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and let the earth embrace
what it comes upon
in me.
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Hi Kat-
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you liked this one..too many rainy days this summer..lots of time!!
Hello Lyn, That's very,very good and, BTW, you can't kill a rose!
ReplyDeleteI'm totally with Poetikat - that line "read my petals on a wistful day" - such a fabulous picture and meaning and just everything! Love it!
ReplyDeleteHi Alaine-
ReplyDeleteThank you very much..and of course I agree with you..about killing a rose!!!
Hi Jeane-
Sometimes words just sort of appear, that's why the writing is so much fun !! I thank you for caring!!
A plea from the rose? An enviromentally friendly poem? Whatever it was, the delivery was great. I loved the flower's voice. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Greetings to a Cuban-
ReplyDeleteThe voice of the rose..that's me!...Thank you!!
Hi Lyn,
ReplyDeleteThis is quite simply beautiful!
Hi Derrick-
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to say! I very much appreciate it..thank you!
A beautiful write, you. Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHi SarahA-
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit and your kind comment!