Open Poetry #33 |
A Budding Rose |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The sun speaks of many things into the ears of innocence as wind’s comical parade flitters round the edges of a budding rose. “Come dance” the sun asks and the wind entices movement but in the night the breeze of fright brings fear into the night and the bud cannot remember the magic of the day. Somber waits the rose for the truth to be displayed and for petals so confined to sleep with open mind and join the light and dark in perfect harmony. Another night, perhaps tonight, the breeze will loosen fear and return into the conscious mind the honesty of dreams that speaks of many things and dances rosebud rings around the sun and wind each and every day. And in the harmony of night and day combined a bud becomes a rose, the wind blows soft and slow, and in simple terms and honestly the truth rises from your soul! [This message has been edited by Honeybunch (07-24-2004 11:18 AM).] |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Very nice Helen! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"And in the harmony of night and day combined a bud becomes a rose, the wind blows soft and slow, and in simple terms and honestly the truth rises from your soul!" Helen -- what a fantastic poem this is. It's just beautiful. Clicking library now. ......jo |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Come dance... indeed! I fairly skipped through this... thank you, Helen! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Susan, Jo, and Sunshine. Skipping is good for the heart but the heart sometimes gives a false start - you know, like falling in love with the wrong man. |
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