Blue Rose Poetry

Every morning she awakes before light and dresses in saclike garments which prevent her frame from being viewed in clear sight. Many of her gowns likened to a tent. She polishes the looking glass each weekend, the reflection never seen. What does she see at the end of her hand? Only the spots that she scrubs clean. Never flashy, scarcely managing neat, suspect of even a single, warm word, her tendency is to retreat from the intent of familiar regard. No rouge or powder to veil her face, no... Sign in to see full entry.

HIKING Misty, humid, grey, leaf-covered, winding footpath; dense, calm solitude. FALL LAKE Blue top, blue bottom; bright colorful reflection; Rainbow without rain. CACTUS Brown and yellow hues amidst prickly leaves and stems; porcupine flowers. MAPLE Reaching far and wide horizon for a backdrop Majestic old tree WINTER FOREST Regal, majestic, frozen, white-shawled boughs climb high; Perfect blue backdrop. WATER Eroding canyons, gently cleansing earth and beast; clear, life-giving drops. PEBBLES... Sign in to see full entry.

The night fills their lungs with delicious, piercingly bitter Fragrance Breezes caress hot dark lips Gentle melodies of desire sway in the trees as the rustling leaves escort them toward the door Sign in to see full entry.

Wildflower or weed Neither distiction matters A purple beauty Sign in to see full entry.

For winter's crystallized picture windows, For the artist's delicious autumn, For the summer's brightened frames, Nature variegated the chameleon. Sign in to see full entry.