My life is like a summer's rose
Its effervescent scent bestows
The warm dew drops on velvet leaves
As page to page my days are seized
With thoughts surreal of fireflies play
The lanterned flips of summer's haze
The dragonfly with winged tuffs
The swoop and dodge of rotors buzz
I swim along upon a breeze
I light there on your white dress sleeve
To risk this dream to be with you
As roses scent the sky so blue
The amber of a drugged sunset
Still bless this rose you can't forget
Then let her go to come again
Enrich the air with summer's rain
To hear with her the tides come in
To be the thought that she befriends
This rose for you is blossoming
Your garden's where she plays
Look for her in a tuff of green
In clovers swish and sway
I am your urge...
That private thought
I am your rose just now
I am the one who waits alone
And never makes a sound
I see this time for betterment
To subtle ways so true
I watch the days go slowly by
To open this rose for you.
Whew, I'm wore out just keeping up with your prolific outpouring. All good, I must add, so I must try to catch up, huff, huff. A rose is not a rose until Susan bestows.
What a beauty this is! The poem is so lilting and the rose so stunning,I feel like I'm hearing a symphony while enjoying
your superb word painting!Thanks for the entertainment, Susan;-)!
Again, and again, your wonder words stir the reader, and in this reader, a lot more gets stirred, Now, cut it out! No, please, let's have more... and more. - Bill
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your superb word painting!Thanks for the entertainment, Susan;-)!
eT
Regis
- Bill
Fee
The rose is the symbol of mystery and Our Lady
A potent mix and concoction
Peter