My sketch of a Rose…
In the same way as I would paint, these words tumble out, they appear and they create.
Words within my humble vocabulary reflect my delight in Roses. I have chosen to keep the work as it was created, unedited and raw, yet real.
Roses Roses.. Translucent petals celebrate life, truth, and all that is beautiful in the world.
Delicate perfume, delicate stance, strong, yet gentle, every woman’s dream.
Summer has no shadows when smelling a rose,
Sunshine and glory, reward my eyes, my heart and soul.
My desired beauty, everything female perhaps.
Life is in the Rose,
Memories, sunshine and prose.
Exquisite liquid joy.
Smelling deep explodes my brain, my senses and my humanity.
My heaven will smell and feel like Roses, my garden, my paradise.
Roses, smell sweeter within a memory,
a moment of love a moment of sunshine.
Roses remember love, they compel to love.
Roses crafted in Eden, present at the first wedding.
Purity lingers through the fall,
Purity is given to all.
My Roses, a promise of heaven,
Quickening a dull day,
Roses promise love, an eternal display.
My Roses have a life,
A journey like mine, they lie still at times waiting waiting.
I’m waiting, listening, as all smells sound,
They sound as church bells, rivers and sea,
Roses were made for me.