The elegance of an orange rose
Bloomed a few days ago
In my garden
Sourrounded by the presence
Of permanent resident green plants
The beautiful conceded rose
Looking lovely
As she was meant to be
With no knowledge of her
Longevity.
She whispered tauntingly
Teasing the green plants
Am I not beautiful she asked
Showing off
Don't you wish you were
Like me?
Look at all the attention
And pampering I get
Water is all you are fed
Most of the plants ignored her
The lovely orange rose
That is.
The young growing palm
Sitting in the corner
Of the garden
Not too far away
Don't hold nothing back
It resonpded, like it is.
Rosie baby, in a few days
That's if you're not
Too whitered
Not too dry, nor too bold
Of petals
That time makes fall.
Leaving you
With a lasting impression
Wishing you were green
Then
The only green you will possess
Will be within your envy
Of us plain old plants
Don't feel bad
We'll be here long after
You're gone.
Others will blossom
From the loveliness of your
Thorny host.
An orange rose, I have seen an orange rose bush in my friend Donna's front yard. Huge, beautiful blooms that soon wither and die, but showing their splendor for a few days. More will come as the buds are there to show off their wares. Love Peace and lavendar roses myself. Once won a 2nd place ribbon for my huge lavendar rose at a Mall flower show. It was a spleniferous bloom and huge. I will enter any contest for the fun of it.
If the rose didn't whither, we would probably pass her by unnoticed, and miss her beauty. It is her occasional appearance that makes her one of the special joys of the garden.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2006
Ah but I can almost smell the scent from this clever ode...however short the bloom they are a truly beautiful flower. Love Panda :)
My orange rose is called "Tequilla Sunrise." When she blooms it is as though there is a sunset shining in my garden and she enhances the others' there. This is a beautiful pen of the magic and spiritualness of a splendid garden.
Love,
Susan
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2006
Poor orange rose. A short span of life, true but so much lovelier that the palm whose flowers are insignificant though it produces tasty fruit. Victor
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peace and love, Carole
I feel bad for the rose though. People use it to present their love so true; and yet their jealousies always scorn the rose afterwards.
Too bad for the rose!....*sigh*
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Peace. Joyce
Very creative William..
Amanda was thrilled of all the comments
on her poem.
Thanks William......
LOVE THIS........ITS A KEEPER~~~ NEED I SAY MORE
TY......pax a
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka the daisy...lol!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Susan