The petal falls from a rose –
The furrowed brow ages
A rift from the base –
He considers life’s stages
The flower matures –
The mind turns to what’s been
The petal tumbles to ground –
If only he’d seen
Its colour and scent –
He awakes from a dream
Displayed in a bowl –
He waits for the cream
If only I’d thought –
Merely waiting won’t do
On the table adorned –
He stands before you
Smothered by petals –
A love worth declaring
A flash from a rose –
An intrepid man’s daring
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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