Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Winter's Hidden Rose












 


I search my dreams, tracks in new fallen snow
pine and balsam scent wafting in cool air
within soft drifts hidden a flower grows
winter's delicate rose handle with care

snowy white owl, gently whispers your name
messenger of  hope fresh  journey ahead
romance melting cold hearts eternal flame
velvet petals bloom crisp in winter's bed

within your soft moist lips crystals of love
but, thy thorns of beauty hold me confined
stirring my soul, songs of the mourning dove
desire firmly embedded  roots  entwined

will , I pick thee winter rose for a kiss
within my lover arms I find true bliss

posted for dVerse 

49 comments:

  1. nice...owls are cool...and def full of mystery...yours though is full of hope...and romance to warm the winter...i hope that is one rose that opens up for you....smiles.

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    1. Hi Brian,

      Well, you have to love owls they are full of mysticism and I have a
      thing for roses..sentimental I guess..

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  2. Beautiful poem of seeking and finding, Truedessa. And finding bliss with a lover in winter seems like a most wonderful thing.

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    1. Thanks Mary..finding beauty in hidden places..

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  3. lips, crystals of love
    beauty in ice
    reminds me of the Lord whispering to me years ago
    "flowers bloom against the snow"

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    1. Flowers bloom against the snow..that is beautiful..

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  4. I love the romantic slant of the sonnet ~ The ending couplet is my favorite ~

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  5. ho ho ho so romantic ho ho ho

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  6. So lovely. Love the snowy white owl - the rose in snow is a fantastic photo.

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    1. Thank you Sherry..I'll be in touch..

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  7. Those arms and bliss
    That you can't miss
    Bring them near
    And fly through the atmosphere
    Owls taking flight
    Their own world until daylight

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    1. Could be a black and white owl
      out on a winter night's prowl
      taking flight long into the night

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  8. Beautiful Sonnet. excellent imagery and beautifully seductive feel through such polar opposites as the rose and the depth of winter's snow. Very nicely done.

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    1. Thank you Jay Blue for the lovely comment.

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  9. Wow! What an uplifting piece in the middle of winterland:-)

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  10. A simply gorgeous sonnet! Thank you!

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    1. and I thank you for reading..

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  11. Beautiful! Makes me think of one of my all-time favorite songs; The Rose (I like the Conway Twitty version best :) )

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    1. Hi Charles,

      It's nice to see you here again..thanks for the comment. I will have to check out the Conway Twitty version.

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  12. within your soft moist lips crystals of love
    but, thy thorns of beauty hold me confined

    Sensuously beautiful. It's just perfect! And owls not often seen can be just as attractive. Finely wrapped up Truedessa!

    Hank

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    1. Hank,

      Thank you so much for your lovely uplifting comment.

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  13. nice..i love roses... more the crazy ramblers than the elegant ones though..smiles... beautiful romance in this

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    1. I like all roses but, wild roses have an allure..

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  14. This took me on a little fantasy trip into a snowy dreamland full of a peaceful love. Good writing!

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    1. Myrna I hope you enjoyed the trip..thank you..

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  15. What a great Shakesperan feel -- love those rosy feelings

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    1. Hi Bjorn, I guess I was in a sonnet mood and I do like writing about
      roses for some reason.

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  16. ugh, love how this ended... lovely... a gorgeous sonnet!

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    1. Anthony,

      Welcome and thank you!

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  17. Delicate yet strong, the rose that survives the bitter bite of cold and blooms in spite, or maybe because of it. Beauty found in unusual circumstances. I have seen roses still blooming in late November peeking out from under first snowfall. Survivors. Nice capture.

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    1. Ginny,

      A rose in the snow a reminder of beauty..

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  18. Most attractive rose I've seen anywhere without being face-to-face. And Snowy White Owl is a true favorite of ours.
    Winter hides wondrous creations and creatures, and I love reading "winter" blogs
    and your own inspired words ending in a kiss....and bliss!
    PEACE and LIGHT, Truedessa (Thanks for that, also!)

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    1. Hi Steve,

      I always enjoy your visits and comments hope the New Year is being kind to you.

      Peace & Light

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  19. This is just lovely... such beautiful imagery.

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  20. this is written with such a gentle pen

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    1. A gentle rose requires a gentle pen..thank you..

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  21. Lovely sonnet and images. :-) Your poem made winter quite beautiful. :-)

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    1. We need some beauty to remind us of the promises of spring.

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  22. "I pick thee winter rose for a kiss…" Such an old-world feel to this poem. :)

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    1. Margaret,

      Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment. Always, appreciated.

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  23. What a beautiful poem! Stunning!

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