Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 23,533 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

While Picking A Rose - Poem by Gert Strydom

While picking a rose
you are for moments astonished
in wonder over the colour,
the beauty and the soft fragrance
but a small thorn catches you,
leaves a small dot of blood at your wrist
and you cut off some more roses
that you do arrange
and push into a vase in the front room
and while you are caught thought-struck
you look lovely, you do look wonderful.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013



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