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Can you find a poem in this photo? If I were to find one, it might be in those hands, the blue shadows, or the three roses.

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Photo by Zahira. Creative Commons, via Flickr.
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  1. I did it over at FB. I get so dern confused with all these techno hoola-hoops. These boots were made for walking (and stomping), not necessarily jumping.

    Good night, Gertrude.

  2. mere
    mortal men
    offer
    love roses

    red

    while
    our Man,
    Christ
    blood-stains
    us
    holy
    white

    (found it, edited it, plunked it here; for Gertrude and company)

    Blessings.

  3. Glynn says:

    He offered three:
    for faith
    for hope
    for love
    three fertilized
    with the warmth
    of blooded hands

  4. L. L. Barkat says:

    Do you know how long it took me
    to see the empty space
    and make my heart plant roses
    (vulnerable, so vulnerable)
    in its place? Have you any idea, any sense
    what it means, that I have plucked these,
    red for you, and brought them
    into view?

  5. Glynn & LL, the red is so lush in that image. It seems surreal. Too bad there’s not a scratch-n-sniff feature here today, aye?

    Blessings.

  6. Our first home,
    Four bushes you planted, a present
    for my birthday.
    I cried knowing that clay was so unyielding.
    The first year the deer ate every bud,
    Who knew the bed of roses was on the deer highway.
    The second year some beetle from Japan,
    Not only ate every bud, but left just a few leaves,
    The third year only one bush remained, and see,
    A celebration for each year of survival.

  7. You don’t see
    how the crimson
    curls away,
    opening, so slight.
    Your eyes trace first
    to the tarnished
    creases of my fingers,
    wrapped tight, not crushing.

  8. MICHAEL says:

    Passion as red as roses, blossoming with desire
    petals, delicately folding in a humble charade so dire,
    blushing with scarlets so boldly, a lover grasps thorns of bleeding fire
    drawn away insanely by velvet crimson attire…Michael

  9. Gathered
    as a gift,
    offered
    gently.
    Count them -
    one,
    two,
    three.
    Pressing
    softly
    together,
    spilling light,
    your
    hands
    to
    my heart.

  10. Joan Roberts says:

    blue cupped hands gathering

    stand for fields holding the world

    a worker’s whispered prayer

    #haiku


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  1. Poem a Day for 29 April 2012: Roses - Jennifer Liston - April 29, 2012

    [...] I was inspired to write today's poem by the prompt and photograph (reproduced above) over at the Tweetspeak Poetry blog. Roses three, fresh-picked extended to you, hands clenched bloodied beneath scarlet [...]

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