Nette Onclaud Poet Rhyme

Flower In Snow

Brave  is the rose caught in November’s thorn

While she endures nights of chill and snow,

Awaiting gold daylight's warmth to bestow---

And liven her frame…her mouth  drooped, forlorn.


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Contest of Gregory R Barden: Rithimus Rivisa 8
Taken from the poem ' November's Brave Rose
Repost 10/4/2020

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John Hamilton October 8, 2020 at 9:10 AM Congrats Nette on a lovely write and win!

Gregory Richard Barden October 8, 2020 at 3:00 AM Beautiful imagery and phrasing, Nette, and a stunning write as always - there were many great entries, so you are in good company! Congratulations on your win, my friend. Blessings!

Darlene De Beaulieu October 5, 2020 at 12:39 PM Hello Nette, no flower lives through the snow. I feel sorry for the rose. enjoy your day my friend.

Rico Leffanta October 5, 2020 at 10:28 AM Forlorn? Frozen solid! Chill! Aloha! Rico

Silent One October 5, 2020 at 9:20 AM Very descriptive indeed.. .great choice for the contest..

Vijay Pandit October 5, 2020 at 9:09 AM Wonderfully descriptive of the rose forlorn in November, Nette!

Susan Ashley October 5, 2020 at 8:35 AM The beauty of the rose is her elegant perseverance which is so exquisitely expressed, Nette. Gorgeous imagery and rhymes. Best wishes for a win.. ~Susan

James Marshall Goff October 5, 2020 at 8:22 AM Promise...beauty...enduring spirit...love this Nette!