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Rose and Blackbird
When winter laughs at her icy secrets,
and blows her ragged skirt,
Rose, once adorned in red velvet,
whispers, “I was a queen.”
Winter howls and her branches droop.
But blackbird arrives, festive as ever,
his shiny black cloak,
smoldering up her cold limbs.
He sings of spring; spicy orchards bursting in bloom,
and bees murmuring while sipping nectar.
He plays his flute like a gentleman.
“I know you, Rose,” he trills.
“You are lovely and delicate.
Ignore crackly old winter.”
Rose weeps at blackbirds melody,
vocal through sunlight and shadow,
in her velvet and rags,
he adoring them equally.
As blackbird sings for her, snow tiptoes down,
coloring him white.
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Comment by Dorraine Darden on October 25, 2010 at 11:15pm
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Thank you, Ginni! Like Wiffie said, I'm a softie. :-)
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Comment by Gini Steele on October 25, 2010 at 9:32pm
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Oh so lovely!
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Comment by wiffledust on October 25, 2010 at 6:50pm
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you softie, you! ;-)
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Thanks so much, kind ladies! Somehow, this bloomed into something romantic. It wasn't meant to be so, but poetry has it way with our hearts, you know. :-)
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Comment by Sheree on October 25, 2010 at 5:43pm
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VERY nice!! "in her velvet and rags..." yes!!
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oooooooo ....poetry from you!!! and a beautiful poem it is!!! "in her velvet and rags,he adoring them equally" is my favorite line!!! LOVE IT, drainy!!!! thanks for sharing!
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