Rose Parade

. The flames . . inside . . . cold blue . . you made, . Watch a wilting . . rose parade . . . Drowning roses . . losing color, . Beauty, all, . . will kill another, . . . Killed by . . crashing blue . cascade . . Burning hatred; . . . frozen blue . . Searching for a . golden hue . . Where's the . . . sunlight . . casting light . On rose parades, . . clear cascades, . . . and all the life . . we thought . we knew?

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Michael Smith

Date: 2/10/2012 10:26:00 PM

Masterpiece of thought.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/7/2011 7:56:00 AM

Dear, Dana,, thank you for the comment.... it might have been the birthday blues i was,, referring too.. beauty is not the kind of development in my life... even though i'm a strong believer that beauty is a form of life one has to conceivably find... even if we feel it or not... enjoyed your poem very much,..p.d. ..

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 10/6/2011 6:47:00 PM

Love the heat of the flame with the cold of the blue Dana. You sprinkle the rhyme so creatively throughout. Nicely done :)

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 9/12/2011 6:30:00 PM

what does this mean?? blue krystal cascade? I am not familiar....

Dana Smith
Date: 9/12/2011 8:19:00 PM

Read the "About Poem" a cascade is a steep waterfall