The Bluest Rose
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
How dignified she poses here, and quite
unique and lovely is the bluest rose!
Apart from where one very large bush grows
so lush with other roses pink and bright,
to one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Some lavender upon her petals shows
its hue of dreams and mystical delight!
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Above the bush of blues, when a breeze blows,
She dwarfs them all, face lifting to the light.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
The trials she has weathered, no one knows
but I alone; I know her secret plight.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
As purple streaks the sky, life’s fast pace slows,
and day begins to drift into the night.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Written June 13, 2016
for the Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
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