The Velvet Rose....for Valentines Day.
By Ladylily
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Known as ‘The Velvet Rose’,
once existed, origin unknown.
She speaks mysteries unresolved,
her lovely accents almost suffocate.
The glory of its intimacy
sinks our private hearts.
Petalled centre of perfection,
how she quivers and spills dusty gold.
Drifts in wood-nurtured dreams
where Larks sing an alluring symphony.
Honouring the season with blushes,
speaking fluently in language of flowers.
My Valentine! I offer devotion and grace.
I will pursue this majestic bloom,
a breathtaking Monet moment.
A stillness answers our prayers.
Nature responds beautifully...
witnessing our lust, expanding,
as it fills with coloured fullness
twelve Red Velvets...weaved in posies.
A necklace I give, of amber studs
and sweet pea buds. We sip...
from a musk Camellia, flushed with wine.
No mists of tears my Valentine.
Rouge rosettes breathed scent
enters our being. Under willow’s shade
I offer thee...My circle of gold!...
as whispers of our future unfold.
Let us stroll golden years
within the glorious womb of Heaven.
Mine love for thee frozen in time,
encased in February’s Snow Moon. #
# Friday February 10th 2017 brought a Full Snow Moon,
(original Native American name)
a penumbra Lunar eclipse and a Comet passing close by.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia commons. Rosa Alcantara in the Volksgarten, Austria by Anna reg.
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I like that rose in the
I like that rose in the picture – 'spilling dusty gold'! Also like the romance founded on and going on in devotion and grace, and although the love 'set and fixed' (frozen) yet still walking on through the years leaning on the blessing of heaven (especially in the 'not so romantic' and difficult, tough times, times of misunderstanding!) Rhiannon
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I just love this poem, it's
I just love this poem, it's so dreamy. Especially love the lines:-
Drifts in wood-nurtured dreams
where larks sing an alluring symphony.
Honouring the season with blushes,
speaking fluently in language of flowers.
Then those last three stanzas stand out like words from a Pre-Raphaelite era.
So beautifully written. I enjoyed reading a lot.
Jenny.
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Fabalous piece
Fabalous piece
Yasemin Balandi
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