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AUTUMN ROSE

Such a precious rose.
A pale, fragile, perfect  pink.
I caress it now.
Gently against my cool cheek.
Like lips that brush make me blush.

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Eve Roper

July 15, 2017 at 8:07 PM

Sensual massage :-) very good

Jean Murray

July 16, 2017 at 1:13 AM

Thank you Eve.

Andrea Dietrich

July 15, 2017 at 7:46 PM

Nice and sensuous, Jean. I wish judges would not use the premier contests because we miss out on all the other really great poems that got left off the winner list.

Jean Murray

July 16, 2017 at 1:12 AM

I use the contests for inspiration mostly Andrea. It's always a thrill to win but to be inspired to write something is good enough for me. Thank you for stopping by.

Connie Marcum Wong

July 14, 2017 at 11:46 PM

This is lovely Jean! I am sorry to see this did not make the short ten winner's list. Mine didn't make it either. I am reading so many great entries that did not make her list...I bet she had the most difficult time choosing. I can tell you love roses. : )

Jean Murray

July 15, 2017 at 1:12 AM

Morning Connie. It's always a thrill to be on a winning list. But it's more thrilling for me to write a piece to be proud of. I'm proud of this. Lovely to see you.

Harry Horsman

July 12, 2017 at 3:30 PM

Love your tanka Jean..

Jean Murray

July 12, 2017 at 7:13 PM

Thank you Harry. I love the challenge each contest brings.

Anne-Lise Andresen

July 11, 2017 at 1:32 PM

- It's perfect - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jean Murray

July 11, 2017 at 1:43 PM

Anna-Lise, I want to walk into your hug, like I do with my middle child. She literally gives bear hugs.

Sharon Gulley

July 11, 2017 at 11:53 AM

Very nice Jean! Loved your pink rose Tanka! Sharon

Jean Murray

July 11, 2017 at 1:06 PM

Thank you Sharon. We Irish have a song with the line "lips like eiderdown". When I look at these particular bulbous roses in my garden, I am reminded of the softness of both.