A Rose is
made of blooming
through the pollen
on the giving
braving the thorns
in a blush.
(Friends! Countryfolk! Hear my plea–if you enjoy what you read on this blog, I implore you to help me cast off some of my poetry into the great starry beyond. While that may sound strange, I’m a participant in the “Going to Mars with Maven” contest, in which winning haikus may get the honor of spaceward journey headed for Mars…care to help a dream come true? Than vote here: http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/entry/?22335)
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What a lovely description of a rose…
nice…best wishes on the contest for you chris…
hows it going?
i like how you deconstruct the flower up front and interesting progression outward from there…coming down to the blush…
good to see you man.
Nice! I enjoyed reading this!
A very pretty piece, Chris. You really want to go to Mars? I heard you can’t come back.
Tis true. That’s why I hope the words, at least, will live on forever.
Love the idea of thoughts rooted in a blush. Great ending!
I love reading “rose” poems. This is so subtle and elegantly explicated – unfolding like the flower itself. Missed you and your work. Hope you’re well. Great poem.
Missed you, too, Gay. And everyone at dVerse. Life is a crazy thing…it just so often gets away from you. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your words again; glad you enjoyed the piece. You always had a way of seeing to the heart of what I was going for!
It has been a while, but your words are always a welcome sight and feeling. Thanks so much for sharing and I hope your Haikus make it to Mars!!!!!
Thanks, Corbie! it’s always my pleasure when I get a chance to pal around with you wonderful fellow poets.