I noticed the silence of a single rose
in the busy clutter of a crowded room
filled with people and meaningless sound
that seemed to bound from ceiling to ear
where underfoot to muffled floors and back
but the rose, in elegant solitude
upon the glass reflection paired we two
bold in stillness, made such pertinent time
through the ignorant bustle of pretense
the flower held my eyes, and thoughts so well.
We spoke thoughtfully, candled beneath breath
after wine, between winks, nods and false smiles
fragrant communion upon sweet red rose
posture shown feelings, unspoken nuance
ruby red quiet seemed to parse my lips.
Such joy, passing evening spent wisely
as bustling throng faded gently away
gifted eloquence found no sweeter sound
near fluttering lashes, showy sashays
fragrance had steeper price to pay, than my
peaceful reservoir of placid plenty.
Author notes
Form poetry: blank verse
http://www.wordscount.info/hw/syllable.jsp
In a list
A contest entry
- # 40 Contest for Winklings and like-minded friends: "Blank Verse". by Winklings.
11920 points, ended February 11, 11 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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...and so I say again. Something quite wonderful happens between a poet and a rose.
Beautifully fragrant blank verse in my opinion. I loved this from top to bottom and back again. Wonderful work. ~Pamela
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This is a wonderful read, very descriptive
and enjoyable. Such imagery, it was a
pleasure to read. good job on this one.
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Decasyllabics are fine. Ianbic pentameters lacking.
This is possibly your only iambic pentamer:
"where UNderFOOT to MUFFLed FLOORS and BACK "
as x/ x/ x/ x/ x/
Thoughtful poem on a rose.
I think you mean "pass" and not "parse".
Thank you for entering.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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no parse was the word, as in reading lips; regrettably i truly lost track of the iambs...thank you for pointing this out...PK
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i enjoyed this poem you vividly convey powerful images and write your poetry very well, well done and keep up the great writing
. Rewarded 4
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While I read this I imagined two people enjoying a lovely dinner with two roses gently setting within a tall thin glass vase. Laughing and eating while enjoying each other. A simple as a rose, you told a lovely story within this poem, thanks for sharing
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Oh, to glimpse grace in the midst of the world's profuse triflings. You have glimpsed, and you have grasped. This piece is the glass's reflection of that. What beauty! What perfection. May your lips be forever parsed as you speak such magnificent impartation.
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Filled with vivid visual images, senses, and setting of stage for this rendezvous. Lovely metaphor used in these lines.
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There is indeed sound in this poem. Written words working as a voice that describes the scene.
A work well done, I'm happy you could accomplish it.
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This poem has so much feeling. It had brought images to my mind, and the creativeness you used to write this is wonderful. It has the emotions of the
"bold in stillness" line. That is my favorite line. Keep writing. Plus I really like the title...
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Absolutely beautiful, you speak with the silence of a single rose, a peaceful reservoir of placid plenty. Outstanding.
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One of your finest, my friend.
Took me to so many places, love, roses, and quiet rhythms of those moments. So well done.
Kathleen
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I cannot tell you the many times I found my self in black tie rooms reminiscing such thought. well done!
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Lets all toast to One of the truest of poets I've ever known.
Exquisite!
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Darn good write. This should be a real contender in the contest. Good luck....
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Such a devoted following this beautiful flower has from poets all over the world...Truly a contending piece for this contest, my friend. My favorite line: "...but the rose in elegant solitude" I was captivated by these words. Love, Lane
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isn't it wonderful when we can connect and communicate with someone without even needing to open our mouths..I think some people have this natural chemistry together right from the start, and it's always funner to do in a crowded room.. a lovely poem..
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stunning
This poem takes my breath away, the very beginning line drew me into it as its such a different way of looking at a simple thing. oddly i can imagine a crowded room fading into meaningless nothing with this lasting image lost at the back yet profound. its beautifull
very well worded with such lovely imagery
love this
xx
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