Fulcrum of a Rose
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When Mom died, twice I smelled the scent of roses where there shouldn't have been and had never been before. The second time, I put my hand on my chest and whispered, " mom...?"
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul —Unseeking Seeker Contest
Fulcrum of a Rose
pinwheel spinning
reds, pinks, whites, butters
I found the garden’s rest in
peace s i g n
a spray, spewed across this holder
of breath
letting g o
the mailbox painted army green
underneath my nose
I know no more no less
than lessons l e a r n e d
with win some whiffs
does it pass the sniff test…
I’d like to find delightful the p r i c k i n g
of my nostrils, the inducement of petals
at first velvety soft
their perfumes
make my heart bleed
my uncle’s in a green suit, laid out
with just one truck punch, and it lingers
his scent, his lack of smile, the coldness of
the hand I touched -
he’s asleep…he didn’t move a finger
f r a g i l e
youth forever bathed in rose-scented water
a single red rose fought for his life in the snow
the scent lingers in
the leftover towers
I’m adept
in such ghostly afterglow
my husband knows
I prefer T U L I P S
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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