Archive for the ‘Roses’ Tag
Balboa Park Rose Garden — Images by kenne
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I am a lake, my poem is an empty boat,
and my life is the breeze that blows
through the whole scene
stirring everything it touches —
the surface of the water, the limp sail,
even the heavy, leafy trees along the shore.
— from “My Life” by Billy Collins
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Jill’s Roses (May 20, 2017) Images by kenne
Jill’s Kingwood roses
Somewhere on Aspen Pass Drive
Bedded in mulch.
— kenne
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Roses in Tucson Garden — Images by kenne
Nobody knows this little Rose—
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it—
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey—
On its breast to lie—
Only a Bird will wonder—
Only a Breeze will sigh—
Ah Little Rose—how easy
For such as thee to die!
— Emily Dickinson
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“Roses” — Abstract Art by kenne
(You distant, dim unknown—or young or old—countless, un-
specified, readers belov’d,
We never met, and ne’er shall meet—and yet our souls embrace,
long, close and long;)
— from “Thanks In Old Age” by Walt Whitman
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This Rose Makes for a Peach of a Shot — Image by kenne
“When autumn darkness falls,
what we will remember are the small acts of kindness:
a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk, and every single rose.
These are all expressions of a nation coming together and caring about its people.”
— Jens Stoltenberg
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White Rose — Image by kenne
Daylight comes later.
Picked-up the morning paper.
Went running.
The usual walkers were out before light.
The hill slowed my run.
I will forget the pain when I finish –
It’s always that way.
The first freeze is forecasted for Friday.
Say goodbye to the bougainvilleas.
Their fall color will be missed.
Knowing that they will return consoles.
Come Saturday, the white rose will still blossom.
Signifying courage through the long winter night.
A symbol of the poets struggle.
They will not be silenced.
— kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 