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One Lone Rose

One lone rose tumbled from the basket, the same as the others but set apart All were beautiful. They congregated in one basket, these Southern belles, but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled, she’d cut her ties. She loved them, indeed, but not exclusively. No one was there to hold her by the hand. She knew and cared about the world out there.
all the southern belles beautiful, adorned in pink ~ one lone rose cut ties
She’d end up in a beautiful bouquet, dusted off, picked up from the floor. She was the bride’s favorite - was she something new or something old? She wasn’t sure - it didn’t matter, she was used for a moment in time, carried as the piano played, as the crowd stood to admire the bride.
how the bouquet served, open to severed flower ~ the pride of the bunch
Puffed-up in the part she played. The lovely pink dustable would be saved, dried, sprayed. She was loved, as surely as if she was the velveteen rabbit, boxed up - almost nearly ever gawked at. Her favorite time was when a little girl, who looked so much like the bride of years- gone-by, opened the box and picked her up.
surprise opening admired, crushed, and scattered rose a little girl laughs
She was admired and crushed and a puckered up lady scooped her up and kissed her over and over again telling her of her favorite flower - a foundling she admired even with its scattered petals.
kisses are gathered strewn on the cheeky lassie ~ she’s a gift of life
She gave one petal to the mischievous girl - “God bless you! May this grow into a pretty bouquet, special and unique. I’ve been so blessed, dear one. May your life be so blessed too.”
understanding not but love was never forgot for girl’s heart was full
Then the worn out rose saw the old bride kiss her granddaughter, again, as they laughed and the girl’s cheeks turned an eternal pink, taking on the hue of reignited petals. She would stand apart from the rest, though she loved them all would serve the world. Her name was Rose.
her namesake of old ruffled, lacy, magi’s gift a blessing from God
9/1/2022

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Date: 9/2/2022 4:34:00 PM
Beyond words, Kim. A FAV! Beautiful example of the Haibun form of poetry. The poem had wonderful flow and the message was inspiring. Bless you and your gift of poetry, Kim. There should be a contest with a trophy just so this poem could win it! Hugs, Bill
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/2/2022 5:02:00 PM
Thank you, Bill! You’re so sweet!
Date: 9/1/2022 4:00:00 PM
Wow. This is an excellent poem. I enjoyed it very much. A Fave for me. Well done! :)
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/1/2022 4:52:00 PM
Thank you, Heidi!
Date: 9/1/2022 10:06:00 AM
Ah Kim this one wins hands down, sounds to me like you cultivated a precious one in your garden Kim, a fav for me, xo
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/1/2022 12:28:00 PM
Thank you so much.
Date: 9/1/2022 8:18:00 AM
Roses are so admired. I wish I had a garden with bright sunshine. NB My poetry site is now opened if you are interested.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/1/2022 12:30:00 PM
Ok <3

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