Blood Red, Burgundy – v3

In the road

fallen, before us

a broken rose

picked probably

yesterday, then forgotten

A deep rich color

of blood red, burgundy

lying there, discarded

out of place on the blacktop

Bending down, required

cupping shattered petals

the crushed bloom

still beautiful

Limp petals, cradled in my hand

bending, folding, swaying

in the breath of the wind

like a shear silk

a softness against my skin

Putting the rose gently

in a glass of water

floating now, effortlessly

as if it was gossamer

or made of living paper

Edited April 27, 2013

“Blood Red Burgundy – v3

Edited April 24, 2013

“Blood Red Burgundy – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/blood-red-burgundy-v2.html

June 8, 2010

“Blood Red Burgundy”;

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-red-burgundy.html

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Blood Red Burgundy – v2

In the road

a broken rose

picked probably

yesterday, forgotten

A deep rich color

of blood red, burgundy

lying there, discarded

out of place

Bending down, required

cupping the petals

the crushed bloom

still beautiful

Limp petals, cupped in my hand

bending, folding, swaying

in the breath of the wind

like a shear silk

a softness to my skin

Putting the rose gently

in a glass of water

floating now, effortlessly

as if it was gossamer

or made of paper

Edited April 24, 2013

“Blood Red Burgundy – v2”

June 8, 2010

“Blood Red Burgundy”;

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-red-burgundy.html

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Describing Its Texture – v2

A crushed rose gathered

yet so much living yet

resting on the sleeve of my jacket

taken off for the walk home

Day warming, rising

after leaving the school

crouching down as I did

to gather up the rose

Describing its texture

in a way all could relate

not something like taffeta

not heavy linen, starched cotton

Not like velvet, yet somewhat

lighter than that

nothing artificial,

rayon or the like

Feeling like kid leather

but not quite so stiff

more airy than this too

moving with the gentle breeze

Silk and satin, shimmering

in my grasp, lightly

heavy yet breathing

with the slightest change of the air

Resting now gently

cupped by the skin of the water

posed though broken

for us all to share

Edited April 25, 2013

“Describing Its Texture – v2”

June 8, 2010

“Describing Its Texture”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/06/describing-its-texture.html

about the rose of the following poem,

“Blood Red Burgundy”;

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-red-burgundy.html

but also thinking about the white roses

of the poem, “Baby Rose Petals”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-rose-petals.html

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Blood Red Burgundy

In the road

a broken rose

picked probably

yesterday

A deep rich color

of blood red, burgundy

lying there,

out of place

Bending down,

cupping the petals

the crushed bloom

still beautiful

Limp petals

bending, folding

in the breath of the wind

like a shear silk

a softness of the skin

Putting the rose gently

in a glass of water

floating now, effortlessly

as if with no weight at all

June 8, 2010

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Baby Rose Petals

Cupped in her hand

offered for me

baby rose petals

from the remains of the bouquet

poured out

tumbling onto my desk

May 12, 2010

from Shyanne this morning

6:53am

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Describing Its Texture

The crushed rose gathered
yet so much living yet
resting on the sleeve of my jacket
taken off for the walk home

The day warming, rising
after leaving the school
crouching down as I did
to gather up the rose

Describing its texture
in a way all could relate
not something like taffeta
not heavy linen, starched cotton

Not like velvet, yet somewhat
lighter than that
nothing artificial,
rayon or the like

Feeling like kid leather
but not quite so stiff
more airy than this too
moving with the gentle breeze

Silk and satin, shimmering
in my grasp, lightly
heavy yet breathing
with the slightest change of the air

Resting now gently
cupped by the skin of the water
posed though broken
for us all to share


June 8, 2010
about the rose of the following poem,
“Blood Red Burgundy”;
but also thinking about the white roses
of the poem, “Baby Rose Petals”
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Blood Red Burgundy

In the road
a broken rose
picked probably
yesterday

A deep rich color
of blood red, burgundy
lying there,
out of place

Bending down,
cupping the petals
the crushed bloom
still beautiful

Limp petals
bending, folding
in the breath of the wind
like a shear silk
a softness of the skin

Putting the rose gently
in a glass of water
floating now, effortlessly
as if with no weight at all

June 8, 2010
----------------

Baby Rose Petals

Cupped in her hand
offered for me
baby rose petals
from the remains of the bouquet
poured out
tumbling onto my desk

May 12, 2010
from Shyanne this morning
6:53am


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Blood Red Burgundy

In the road
a broken rose
picked probably
yesterday

A deep rich color
of blood red, burgundy
lying there,
out of place

Bending down,
cupping the petals
the crushed bloom
still beautiful

Limp petals
bending, folding
in the breath of the wind
like a shear silk
a softness of the skin

Putting the rose gently
in a glass of water
floating now, effortlessly
as if with no weight at all


June 8, 2010




All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.