To smell the rose

October 9, 2021 ~ sensualism

She was walking

down the parklands

(an esplanade

beside the water)

With the joy of

boundless children

playing freely

in the park

The water breeze

was slowing –

(though not the joy

from sunshine dancing)

The far horizon

(it drew nearer)

as she stopped

to smell the rose

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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. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism