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The Rose Garden (Růžová zahrada)
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The Rose Garden (Růžová zahrada) |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
"The Rose Garden" (Růžová zahrada) Something lead me towards the Vltava my friends have gone my apartment is empty all is quiet I walked down Revoluční nearing the river, my namesake and in the corner of my eye I saw a flash of color, pastels white yellow pink and oh the green a small boy playing in the grass toy dinosaurs full of color grouped together like a herd, living in harmony side by side grazing in the field the father looked on smiling and I thought to myself will I ever know happiness like that my son, my son would surely love dinosaurs and science and all that I would teach him the arts, capturing all the beauty that surrounds him I walked on passing by women with their strollers as they walked on by nearing the pastels I could see as they came into focus the flowers, the roses they lead me on the flowers increasing in height in the few seconds as I neared the taller bushes I would know they would grow, just a little taller, for me. easier for the picture easier for the pleasure easier for the smelling easier for the treasure I sat and marveled at the color the shapes, the petals how they differ from the patterns of those from my native land I sat and saw and heard the pitter pat steps of tiny feet a little girl, no older than two laughing smiling, a daughter would be beautiful too giggling singing, running through her shirt, a light bright pink and I thought of you your pink shoes the pink sweater you wore the second time we went to the Mat how I spotted you on the street walking away that day you had waited for me when I called your name as you walked away the moment I paused to make sure it was you I remembered your colors, I recognized you I walked closer closer to the rose closer to the roses discovering colors, shapes and shades looking looking wondering which shade would match you how the roses were grouped together, two by two in the sun on the bench I sat book in hand closing my eyes just for a while in the afternoon sun all was quiet, save for the family fun I waited for the wind to blow, just right every minute or two, the rosy scent in the air It was as if you were beside me. It was as if you were right there. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Martiniat8, This poem works very well, and is very descriptive. Bobby |
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Kethry D Member
since 2010-04-12
Posts 64Australia |
This is a brightly coloured poem that incorporates the scents and sounds of real life. Well done! A poet must leave traces of his passing not proof. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
A river of a poem, with very skillfully expressed descriptions and emotions. I daresay this wasn't written extemporaneously... Yet, perhaps the poet had some vague expectation of meeting her for a rapprochement there? |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
This poem is very skillfully written, well thought out and REAL....a pleasure to read. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
a beautifully written expression~~ loved it! M |
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