Written for:  The Sunday Muse #31

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Dressed in tidy white
she treads on land
where nothing grows.
People have lost
all hope that earth
will forgive. She comes
upon a single perfect rose,
freshly planted, she supposes,
but by whom.   How did this
creation occur? She bends
down to place her finger
on red velvet petal, then
hesitates, ruminates on
the right thing to do.
Perhaps enjoy the beauty,
and not take a chance
on ruining this
scarlet miracle.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Appreciation

  1. Vicki says:

    Loved this, the makings of a new fairy tale.


  2. Love the beautiful message in this Sara!


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