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THE PORTICO ROSE

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JOURNAL # 41

a discarded rose
so delicately limp
lying upon the cool tiles
of the portico floor
one single breath
and not another one spent
slowly escapes the lips
in gaping sweet surprise
love left too quickly behind?
at such sight
comes to immediate mind
should one consider one's self
mere savior to that lone rose
or champion of the heart itself
in some lip biting consternation
much dilemma manages to grow.......
Nov.8, 2014 11pm

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was vaguely recalling finding a rose one time and how it made me feel. My deep curiosity as to whom and why would someone drop a perfetly good and lovely long stem rose and not bend down to retrieve it. Those particular thoughts were the father of this poem.

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©10 November 2014 - 7:09am — palewingedpoetess
13 November 2014 - 3:10pm — Poetess1982
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beautiful thoughts

Just thinking of roses, brings a soft warm love to my heart.

 

Really like this poem. 

Excellent piece.

4 December 2014 - 4:17pm — palewingedpoetess
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thank you,

metaphoric poems always make me happy when they come to me. Sometimes I'm able to troll something from many years ago and weave from that thought and or experience something worthwhile. I'm glad it brought a little love to your heart. Sincerely, Melissa