The roses glow in their own white light.
Hints of pink hide in their folds
As bright summer tones warm from below
Giving the illusion of life within.
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I like this, Suzanne. As usual you invite us in, and the poem flows easily and logically. The last stanza is perfect, I think, leaving us wanting more. An ekpphrastic poem of sorts, this made me revisit Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn—the dude could write! And it’s a kind of philosophical treatise packaged in a lyrical poem. You may have read it already, but this poem of yours brings to mind mine titled On Rembrandt’s Bathsheba. -Glen
Thanks Glen! Now I have to look up ekpphrastic! Like all the the poems of yours I have read, I can instantly recall the main visual of the poem. In this case, I think it involved cellulite :)
Suzanne, such a wonderful poem....................10++++++++++++++
Wow! .. Beautifully beautifully breathtaking! .. Beautiful emotion and flow! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
Thank you for always commenting Rebecca! I really appreciate your support!