Blue Rose

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    This is more of a descriptive writting than a poem.

    Blue Rose

    Against a white paper, a drawing of a blue rose hags within a silver picture frame
    It catches my eye whenever I walk past the wall because of its uncommon color
    In full bloom, it is placed at the top of a long curvaceous stem
    With two leaves with pointed tips, and some thorns that seem so real, I could get pricked were I to touch it
    Although it's just a simple drawing, if I stare at the rose long enough, I begin to smell its scent
    The sweet smell fills me with joy, as in a way of reviving my spirit
    I see this rose as a form of therapy for me
    It shows me that no matter how unusual or the difference in color, a rose is still a rose
    It also shows me that although things may be different on the outside, it is still the same on the inside...





    Written by Lisa Robertson
    Copyright June 13, 1998

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    waldenehn commented on Blue Rose

    08-25-2009

    This poem paints with words so brightly that the reader can see all the colors. You get a feeling of joy at the existance of beauty. I have always loved blue roses---even though they aren't exactly real, they are some of the prettiest flowers my imagination has ever seen

    Nohea517

    08/26/2009

    Thank you. My brother is an artist who drew a blue rose for my mom. It still hangs on the wall in the silver frame. I wish I had a picture of it to post.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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