by Jennifer Butler
Monday, April 04, 2005
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The rose in bloom
soft colored scents
in crimson in yellow in pink ...
Arms stretching forth
reaching for light and to breath ...
Their long heavy stems droop down
to kiss the dew on the long green blades
greatly in need of a trim ...
I snip each branch
but leave the rose its life,
its chance to live.
And leaning over the rock lined row
of fresh tilled earth, petunias grow.
My shirt spills open, face turns red
Its hot, I sweat o'er flower bed.
A red wasp flies, a spider creeps,
and worms and rocks get long due peeks
at sunshine, sky and budding leaf.
Out in the sun, I find relief,
but tired return, adjusting my blouse
and look behind to see if some mouse
behind the fence had heard me there,
For why else do the flowers bear it all?
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|Reviewed by 000 000
|Innocently lovely garden writing!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|A most beautifully imaged write, Jennifer, wild, indeed. The blooms will keep the secret. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sometimes the unexpected things grow behind the fence of your garden ... the question is should they be cultivated of have their roots cut off ;)|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|yes this is erotic without even seeming to be at all...it was very interesting, the correllation and flow|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|*grin* There seems to be alot of things blooming in that garden Jennifer!
A subtle form to the wild side. Very well done!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|What a truly wild garden you have, Jennifer!|