Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. ~Gertrude Stein
(photo by lynn)
love is a rose is a
rose is a tightly rolled
tender bud is a sweetly
opening blossom is a slow
unfurl of soft petaled glory is an
irresistible, heady fragrance
is a wilting passion ravishly
spent is a sharp thorn
prick to the heart
We’re smelling the roses at dVerse poetics and writing 44-word quadrilles!
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 28, 2016 @ 10:09:44
Such propelling movement in your poem! It feels as if it should be sung or as if it is singing its own song, whether we sing along or not! And I am so taken with how the ending sticks it to us, makes us grab our wounded hearts and gasp. Bravo!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 10:40:42
I appreciate your lovely, poetic comment…thank you, jilly!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 08:38:48
Love is all that… AND a bag of chip! A beautiful piece, Lynn!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 09:22:01
Ha,ha,ha…don’t get started 🙂
Jun 28, 2016 @ 07:08:12
“a wilting passion ravishly spent” – exquisite
Jun 28, 2016 @ 07:00:44
Oh, nicely done. Like an improvisation on a well known theme, you bring it together beautifully.
Jun 28, 2016 @ 07:36:12
Thank you, Sarah…I hoped familiar theme wouldn’t sound cliche!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 05:42:33
I admire the line breaks, smoothly going into the next line Lynn. Love the rose’s heady fragrance as well as the picture !
Jun 28, 2016 @ 07:34:21
Thank you, Grace. My rose bush was full of luscious blooms…now starting to fade.
Jun 28, 2016 @ 01:53:04
Lovely!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 01:25:25
Beautiful!
Jun 28, 2016 @ 00:53:43
A perfect depiction of how love sometimes is…
Jun 27, 2016 @ 23:59:08
This is a wonderful way both as it is or as a metaphor for passing of life.
Jun 28, 2016 @ 07:30:14
Yes, thank you, Bjorn.
Jun 27, 2016 @ 23:36:30
Such a beautiful, descriptive piece – from tight tender bud to the sharp thorn prick to the heart.
Jun 27, 2016 @ 23:37:22
Thank you, Victoria…glad you liked it!