A Rose for Marion
by MargaretG on November 4
A deep and pressing question - who am I?
but I was loathe to seek the matter out.
A speck of dust beneath a cloudy sky,
the clouds themselves? the query led to doubt.
Humility is taught to every child,
whose trailing glory then becomes obscured;
the girl I was, expected to be mild,
could not complain, instead she just endured.
Such soil as this supports a lovely rose,
if tended by a gardener with skill.
In days of sun and rain its beauty grows
by hidden methods, only standing still.
This question has its answer now in mirth:
I am the rose, and gardener, and earth.
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yay, I found another one !!!
still remember this wonderful sonnet from your heart ...
much love,
marion
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Thank you for reminding me of this one Marion, don't you think it would be good for my book?
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Powerful last line
Last line is so powerful I just sat here seeing and thinking about my destiny (past, present and future) within my own two hands. Title reminds me of "Flowers for Algernon" story.
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I do love this sonnet. I have this one in bookmark already, but I couldn't help but read it again. It's like the book I can't help but read for the fourth time or the movie I can't keep myself from driving my husband crazy with--playing it over and over.
Such a beautiful poem, Margaret! Do you think that if I read this one over and over mine will become perfect too?
hugs, Patricia 
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Sorry Patricia, your old bookmark won't work, the page is gone. I'm glad I brought it back.
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A...rose Garden
You are the rose, the garden, rain,
in seasons which outreel again,
in ant nest outreach, country lane,
in scent, intent, lent healing pain.
'The Quest' is all one needs to know
the Way where interplay may flow
both forwards, back, or silent stay
immobile through the noisy day.
The play, the act, the scene, prompt's play,
rich everywise, poor anyway,
You are arose, the spade, the reign
of Nature whose unwinding skein
ignores conceptions such as Cain,
yet turns to, through, chain's hopes' refrain ... -
yes, my rose-poem is back
thank you for having reposted it ...
this gave me the opportunity to read it again ... which delighted my heart very much ... and the final message comes perfectly as a providential sign or answer to a little conflict in my mind this morning ... since knowing myself as being ALL - and not just THIS, but NOT THAT - is a liberating experience ... thank you so much, my dearest sisterly friend, for having been the divine messenger for me today ...
much love,
marion
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