The Language of a Rose

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I listened to leaves rustling the other day; talking in a dialect of tree As I lived in a waking dream; that evening, their words became filled with clarity They spoke of the woman; who had arms around me, a human singularity Someone glowing bright; with life giving light, in the color shade of serenity Whose touches; provide happiness, in reflection, back to her radiantly As I learn the language of a rose, a season evolves; of remarkable serendipity All I know, there's no way to measure; the time spent with you, in units of mere positivity

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/8/2023 5:50:00 PM

She touches the heart with happiness and provides serenity-A very sweet poem of re-adsurance and love.

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 10/22/2023 6:06:00 PM

Thank you Charmaine! She is a wonderful image.... A.S.

Paige Hind

Date: 9/7/2023 3:20:00 PM

Dear rose, I loved your poem. Sorry I have been away from my pc. Your sweet words were touching too, on my last poem. May God always bless you, dear friend and confidant.

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 9/7/2023 3:41:00 PM

Don't ever feel bad for taking a break I have been on a bit of one myself still posting here and there but not nearly as often as I had been. My writing about this one was actually brought about by a walk that I took in a wooded area where someone had conveniently left a park bench in the center of the canopies clearing off of the pathway. What a wonderfully quiet place to find inspiration! I'm blessed in a great many ways never forget that every time you look in a mirror! Friendships are the greatest blessing anyone can ever have bestowed upon them! Warmly A.S.

Bill Baker

Date: 9/5/2023 4:35:00 PM

Another fine Monorhyme, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 9/7/2023 3:37:00 PM

I really never get sick of writing them. It's like a comfortable pair of shoes you never throw away you just keep putting them back on no matter how tattered or torn they become. You are a great friend Bill never forget that! A.S.