Diana Rosser


Blooms - Poem by Diana Rosser

In my garden a new rose blooms,
velvet red with heady sweet perfume.
The rose bush itself is carefully tended,
fertilized, when best remembered.
Cut back yearly, pruned in March,
so that when at last
the summer sun breaks through in June
the rose, displays a perfect bloom.

A small distance away, along a weathered fence;
a rose left to ramble, reveals its own elegance.
It’s white, pink flowers cluster
in great multitudes along it’s trailing limbs,
clambering and lightly scented
they grow and bloom untended.

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Comments about Blooms by Diana Rosser

  • Rookie - 51 Points Brian Skyers (12/9/2012 4:25:00 PM)

    beautifully pointed out. I thrill as i near the end. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (2/29/2012 4:39:00 PM)

    Gorgeous! Your poems are refreshing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012


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