The Rose of the Friendship

They are the boats in the river Hills of the sun and the green leaves Evening or mornings regardless Roaring clouds I am afraid of Oysters of friendship I seek much Shouting trees I am nervous of Embankment of the lake I need Open arms of the jasmine tree Fill the holes of monotony Time acquires a pink dimension Horizons of the moist rainbow Endless pearls from the confluence Fountain pens of the scarlet look Rejoice within the long fingers In the crisis of the black gloom Evenings start gathering the stars Nights slow down the dark descending Doors greet the soft moon light touches Sapphires seek to send the address Hemming the time the blue needle Instilling the drops of shadows Pens pick up the friendship pictures ________________________________ May 2, 2018 NEW POEMS ONLY - 2 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet