Constance La France Poet Imagism

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The Rose

I picked a fragrant rose
  so dulcet and perfumed
for you
and kissed the honeyed petals
that where rich, dark and dripping sweetness
   dawn has faded into a sky azure
and a sun golden ...
     I pressed the rose to my cheek,
and gently carried her
    oh, the scent of rose
reminded me of your death
     as the melodious birds sang
in low tweets of respect ...
now, there is silence that wraps
     around my broken heart
and the rose is wilting
         she hangs her head, dying
  for I am weeping, weeping
then, I lay the rose upon the garden grave
      of my beloved cat ...

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February 4, 2022


Poetry/Imagism/the rose
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1427-804-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France 


Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1065)
Brian Strand, Judged 02/05/2022

First Place

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Brenda Chiri February 6, 2022 at 1:32 AM Constance another winner!;) congrats!;) Constance La France February 6, 2022 at 7:05 AM Brenda, thank you so much for the compliment and congrats ~Constance

Darlene De Beaulieu February 4, 2022 at 11:44 AM Hello Constance, oh my gosh! The rose is a flower that kills a cat! It is my favourite flower. The it is lavender. Friendship Darlene De Beaulieu February 5, 2022 at 7:35 AM Hello Constance, the rose is my favourite flower. I like the red then the pink then the yellow. Yes the rose is beautiful. Sorry for the loss of your cat. Friendship &Love. Darlene Constance La France February 4, 2022 at 1:55 PM Darlene, thanks for the visit, I did not know that about the rose, I picked it for Smudge's grave because it was beautiful ~ Constance

Connie Marcum Wong February 4, 2022 at 7:32 AM It is so heartbreaking to say good-bye to a pet. I feel our Tommy cats spirit still near us. I am sorry for your loss. Your poem is lovely Constance. Blessings xxoo Constance La France February 4, 2022 at 7:38 AM Connie, thank you so much for your kind words, Smudges loved the garden so I buried her in a fav place, she was 20 years old, I also feel her spirit with me always, and thanks for the compliment too ~ Constance

Quoth Theraven February 4, 2022 at 7:30 AM Constance, Nice to learn the meaning of 'the rose' on this cold morning. They really are special to us, our furry friends. Even if they have to abandon us early. We know they would stay if they could. -Richard Constance La France February 4, 2022 at 7:42 AM Richard, thank you so much for the lovely comment, Smudges stayed with me for a long time (20 years) but she was old and fragile so she closed her eyes and angels came to take her and she waits for me up above, well that is what I tell myself (she will live in my heart till my last breath) ~Constance