Dark red velvety petals
Curling slowly backwards
Towards the outside edge
As though stretching
As the day dawns awakening new life.
Dew dripping slowly downwards
A few drops glistening in the morning sun
Like priceless jewels twinkling
With each breath of air whispering across the rose.
The fragrance of this flower beyond compare -
Man has sought to copy it, but cannot,
No matter how hard he tries.
The touch of the leaves silky smooth
To sensitive fingertips,
Like a lover's skin fresh from a warming shower
And glowing under her partner's caress.
And nestled in the centre
Hiding beneath the petals
As though acting as a protector,
A soft bed of pollen laden fingers
Waiting for industrious bees to touch down,
To carry on the life of this glorious flower.
One can become lost in its depths,
Forgetting time,
Bathed in its aroma,
Pondering on the beauty
In the heart of this rose.
Aussie that was truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us. Hope things are going well for you and that you are feeling good. Be safe my friend.
pixipixil
Jun 25, 2018
Your poem is so full of the wonder of creation as encapsuled in the rose. It's so wonderful you have that still in spite of everything. It helps keep oour wonder alive also.
Thanks, Aussie.
aknan
Jun 25, 2018
Perfect, aussie. I could almost smell the blossom while reading your words.
aussiesapphire
Jun 25, 2018
Hi Darambo Pixi and Aknan - your kind thoughts are so much appreciated. Bless all of you for your encouragement. Give God the glory. I am truly a spoilt child of God that He has blessed me with this gift. Hugs all around. My sister has to go to the doctor as she has a couple of skin cancers on her face. One is OK the other is a concern for the doctor. She is a big squib where needles are concerned so she has asked her big sister (me) to go with her. I have lost count of the many skin cancers I have had removed or burnt off and it is just routine for me, but she is in a panic now because she thinks she may have left it too long. I can understand her concern as the only brother we had died as a result of a melanoma and that is why anything suspicious I get taken care of before it is too late. I would appreciate your prayers. Hugs to all.
pixipixil
Jun 26, 2018
Prayers on the way. I'm sure she'll be fine, but I guess I'd be scared if I were her.
aknan
Jun 26, 2018
Prayers on the way. I'm pretty sure she'll be okay, but it's still a worry.
darambo
Jun 26, 2018
Of course prayers are already given my friend. All you had to do was mention it and not even ask for prayers to be said.This is important to stay on top of because of family history and it is understandable that she is afraid. Glad you are there for her. You are such a good big sister ( I know you are ) Hugs back to you and stay safe.
aussiesapphire
Jun 27, 2018
Hi Pixi, aknan and darambo - thank you for your prayers. She did really well but not so sure about her big sister. Several times while sitting there in the room with her I asked myself "what am I doing here!!!! " It would seem that I can take all sort of pain myself, but not so well at the pain of others. Took over 20 mins for the procedure and she bled quite a bit with the one on her forehead. Had to have a stich in it. I couldn't see what was happening as the doctor and nurse blocked my view, but I could hear all the conversation. He set off two samples to be analyzed and should have to results in a couple of days. She would have been very sore last night and haven't called yet to see how she is. Will keep you posted. Hugs from your wussy friend lol.
By H K
Dark red velvety petals
Curling slowly backwards
Towards the outside edge
As though stretching
As the day dawns awakening new life.
Dew dripping slowly downwards
A few drops glistening in the morning sun
Like priceless jewels twinkling
With each breath of air whispering across the rose.
The fragrance of this flower beyond compare -
Man has sought to copy it, but cannot,
No matter how hard he tries.
The touch of the leaves silky smooth
To sensitive fingertips,
Like a lover's skin fresh from a warming shower
And glowing under her partner's caress.
And nestled in the centre
Hiding beneath the petals
As though acting as a protector,
A soft bed of pollen laden fingers
Waiting for industrious bees to touch down,
To carry on the life of this glorious flower.
One can become lost in its depths,
Forgetting time,
Bathed in its aroma,
Pondering on the beauty
In the heart of this rose.
{Poem No 510
3 June 1998}
Take care and God bless. Hugs.
Thanks, Aussie.
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it was so pretty