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Contemplating A Rose

rose

In the old books, a silk merchant

steals a rose for his daughter

from a private garden. The rose

is fabled to be the most exquisite

in the kingdom. Its pallor

could match that of the fairest maiden.

 

Often, I dismissed the idea

of a single rose gaining  such status

or summoning such desire. After all,

it was a storyteller’s song. Yet, last night

when the desert cooled at dusk

you found a branch of the rose bush

blocking the sprinkler. You snipped

the  sprig with a frail bud

about to open —  and brought it inside.

 

I placed the plant in a glass vase

with  water — expecting it might die. This morning

a symmetrical  bloom

leans forward in praying mantis pink. Just there

bidding me to sigh, to trace

its contours with the light hand

of  the heroine in the fairy tale,  to know

and feel as she did when first given

the flower, the coveted gift.

 

I sense her subtle pulse

radiating through  stem, petal

and leaf, the vine work

of my own wrist. This is Beauty’s rose

our rose. Summer’s offering

in the worst of  high  heat and rainless hours.

A bribe to believe.

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Beautiful painting is by 19th c. artist. John Waterhouse

 

 

 

4 replies on “Contemplating A Rose”

“I sense her subtle pulse

radiating through stem, petal

and leaf, the vine work

of my own wrist”

Wendy,

Delicate and lovely. I’m guessing this happened in your desert,
that it’s your rose and that makes the poem all the more entrancing.
I love that last line. It is the icing on the cake or, in this case, the
bloom of the rose.

Thank you for sharing this precious moment.

Sarah

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Hi Sarah

Yes, this was a personal moment from my desert area and I am so glad you enjoyed the poem!! As always, thank you so much for your thoughtful consideration and continual interest in my work. IT really makes a difference and helps to keep me confident and inspired!!

Take care
Wendy

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“I sense her subtle pulse
radiating through stem, petal
and leaf, the vine work
of my own wrist.”

Very nice.
Much enjoyed reading this tonight, Dear Wendy.

Kerri

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Hi Kerri

Thank you so much for this lovely comment on my poem!! I deeply appreciate and am so glad you enjoyed reading this!

Take care
my best always,
Wendy

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