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a rose in my front yard getting kissed
by our first snowfall of the year.
This is the winner of gold in a prompt contest I had
The prompt was the picture.
Does the rose search for summer, beneath winter snow
or does winter seek life, in the roots far below.
Petals tight closed wait for the sun
betrayed, forgotten, ignored
wearing a crown of tomorrow
as it waits for a dawn unexplored.
Too late for the rose now remembers
to sleep and in sorrow to wait
for the birth of a dream still unwoken
the touch of a god will create.
To bloom once again, be a rose
to blossom beneath golden sun
yet first drink deep of the winter
alas summer, as yet, not begun.
Black Narcissus
- Member since February 21, 2005.
- I'm a wicked winner poet for 13548 comments.
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, and quote is "reach for the moon the worst that can happen is you'll draw back a hand filled with stars". - I am a woman from California (United States)
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Poems I'm focused on
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The soft touch of fur
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Once upon a dream-filled sky
a child sat and wondered why.30 lines, 10 comments, November 22, 2008. In Life, children's
Active Contests
My Poetry
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Your image somehow always there
my very breath, my very air.17 lines, 2 comments, January 8. In Love
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Stalking me in the store
to watch how much I spend34 lines, 1 comment, January 8. In anger
My other items
- Column: Contests: Why do you enter, Why Do You Host at allpoetry
I host a lot of contests. I do it mostly to control what I read. Reading for me, is the hardest part of being on the site. Why that is I don't know.
My journal entries
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January 8, In Bitter, Depression, Diary, First person, My life, My own personal thoughts. Friends only.
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January 6, In A moment, Diary, First person, Life, My life, My own personal thoughts, Nonfiction. Friends only.
Guest Book
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Haygood : Happy New Year on January 1
May your pen nor your rhyme ever fail you.
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Freed by Mercy on December 31, 2008
