Renoir’s painting of cabbage roses, Roses in a vase (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A Rose is
made of blooming
petals
sublimated
through the pollen
enticement
red-hued fullness
heaves
on the giving
getting
gone caress
breaths chased
into dew
braving the thorns
other showers
left behind
to crave
to drink
to slip
away
into thoughts
rooted
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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The Waking Den 
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.
Pamela
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!
Chris,
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!!!!!
~Corbie Sinclair
Thanks, Corbie! it’s always my pleasure when I get a chance to pal around with you wonderful fellow poets.