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A Bud
Folder:
The Rose Near to the ground,
Grows a very small bud,
Her miniature burgundy petals
Are tightly closed.
Her fragrance only slight.
She is growing with all her might.
Her thorn tiny and pointed,
Sharp, ready to guard her in her teens.
For it is the goal of every bud,
To forever remain in the garden.
Despite our affection,
For gift giving and such.
They would rather remain rooted,
Firmly in their places
~For Jer who planted the garden in the first place. "Dont you know that you are a super star?"~
The poem is a beautiful beginning to this magnificent sequence, and I feel very honored to have been mentioned postscripted dedication. I like the intensity of your words' focus---to take something as small, even (to some) as insignificant, as a bud, and to wrest so much metaphor out of it: this is a sign of classic talent, and classic talent is the only talent that lasts. I applaud your accomplishment in this poem, in the series, and in all of your poetry.
Starward