Friday, April 19, 2013

Requiem for White Roses

                                                                                                                                          dream #1:

                       ... an atrium with white walls ~ eight sides

                                                                                             ... a grand piano in the center

                                  ... I sit down and play

                                                                       ... requiem for white roses 



 
Photograph by John-Morgan
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8 comments:

  1. Rum-Punch DrunkApril 19, 2013 at 2:09 PM

    What a lovely photo. A pure white flower over-powered by the rain.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineApril 19, 2013 at 5:29 PM

      Yes, it seemed perfect for the poem ... thanks for commenting.

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  2. AnonymousApril 19, 2013 at 9:18 PM

    I like both images.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineApril 19, 2013 at 9:21 PM

      Thank you so much... Mine really did come from a recent dream...

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  3. Cletis April 19, 2013 at 9:43 PM

    This poem is perfectly crafted. Your eloquence is breathtaking here. You make this look easy and it isn't by a long shot. I love this post ...

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    1. Teresa EvangelineApril 19, 2013 at 10:14 PM

      Thank you, Cletis! I sure am having fun ... word by beautiful word... :)

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    2. AnonymousApril 20, 2013 at 10:38 AM

      A lovely poem. A beautiful white rose. It will be wilted by the rain that gives it water to live. But there are other buds waiting to bloom.

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    3. Teresa EvangelineApril 20, 2013 at 4:50 PM

      Yes, always a new bud waiting to show its face...

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