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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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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.