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 fly and come again
Enrich the air with summer's rain
To stand with her as 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 the rose just now
I am the one who waits in line
And never makes a sound
I see this time for betterment
To subtle ways so true
I watch the days go slowly by
Then chose this rose for you.
Hi Sue~
I wrote of a rose too 2night!
Same wavelength calinggggggggg!
This was exquisite!
A gem I will treasure!
Warm Light, Love and Peace!Warrior PURPLE Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
Namaste!
VEry stunning write and the symbolism is fantastic as your images float across the miles complete with the scent and aroma of the roses. The front of our house is hedged in wild pink and white roses so perhaps it is there scent I am picking up with this poem but either way it is divine poem...
I see all that beauty and wonderful images also, Susan, but what I see mostly is the invitation to see through all that and into the real you . . . Lovely . . .
Susan, you've painted a picture of beauty and full of wonderful images...leaving the mind to escape to a magnificent place. I truly enjoyed this exceptional writing.
I wrote of a rose too 2night!
Same wavelength calinggggggggg!
This was exquisite!
A gem I will treasure!
Warm Light, Love and Peace!Warrior PURPLE Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
Namaste!
is a beautiful bloom
fashioned within
a poet's womb.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love Tinka
fEe
There has always been
Something special about a Rose.
I know, I enjoy writting about her
Peace be with you
William
Love & peace
Love,
Eileen
"The aroma always lingers in the palm who gives the rose." Author: Unknown."
Susan
What a wonderful way,
to spend the days.
Walt