Rose

rose

(7/19, 1998)

First Place   stopped by a gate   the blind man and his dog   sniffing roses                   FerrisSecond Place   the first stars;   her gnarled hands still pruning   faded roses                  Paul BlakeThird Place   outside church   on the rose window   butterflies                tishang   petal by petal   the wild rose   returns to the earth                         Donald McLeodBELOW THIRD PLACE   walled garden -   the scent of roses   startles me                hilary tann     after you left     brushing away rose petals     from the table                     Pardee       first rose       her face the color of       the petals                   Joann          family gravesite -          three generations of women          with the name Rose                              Tim Happel               clipping-               black roses               on her birthday                                -willard                   cold wind...                   stepping on petals                   to prune the rose                                       Hugh Waterhouse  drop of blood  not even visible  on this red rose                    Tom Williams     a night of rain:     more rose on the ground     than on the rose                       Charles Trumbull         chewing away         the rose blossom -         a Japanese beetle                            Richmond D. Williams             mom's ashes             buried in her rose garden-             a small repair shop                                  Joseph Kirschner               on her coffin               tiny white roses pierced               with a note "mummy"                                     Betty   a rose is a rose   is a rose - -             still                     bill lerz        filling the old stone church        the fragrance of roses-        censor hangs empty                            Sue           summer drought -           beside her rose tattoo           a pale blue vein                             Harold               rose viewing?               in the garden               fat, old toad                              soji                  musk rose                  by the ivory summer house                  turns to sand              copyright 7/14/1998 by Wendy C. Bialek                      dark of night pervades                      sound of rose petals dropping                      Wake up crickets! Sing!                                                R. Marie Stutts, Edd                                                      

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