Photography poetry


Petaled beauties
Dressed in velvet layers
Display magnificent colors
In spring’s majestical flower gardens
Sweet perfume permeates warm air
Invites us to get close
For more sweetness

Yellow Roses11 082.jpg

7 replies on “Roses”

Dear Jan,

I so wish they would add a ‘love it’ button.
I would click it now for your beautiful yellow rose
and your equally beautiful rosebud poem, for all
your work, and for all you do.

Many thanks,


I will be back in action as soon as they get the sawdust out of this head.

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Hey, Sarah,

Thank you for appreciating this little poetic verse & picture today. Your stop-by is appreciated. Last week we had spring-like temps, and it fooled our world around here. It stirred my interest in the season change.Today it’s back in the 40s with brisk breezes. Sweaters win again. Ol’ Man Winter wins once more. Hot chocolate wins, too.


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Hi Jan

You definitely capture the scent and mesmerizing presence of “roses” with this picture and poem. Thank you for sharing and reminding us of their gift to the garden and to our soul.

Much enjoyed!

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Hello, Wendy,

Spring is a gift to our souls. It’s like everybody gets a personalized bouquet from earth’s gardens even with just a glance at early-springtime’s first buds & blooms. Nice to see you today. Hope things are going well with you.



You can tell me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this a Cinquain? You work well within the constraints of that form to paint a beautiful word picture of the beautiful flower.

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Hey, Michael,

I tend to write free-style; however, I do love shorter forms such as haiku & this one (a rictameter) as fashioning syllables in the shorter forms is simple. Many of my poems are composed as reactionary &/or descriptive moments to this amazing thing we’ve all been granted–our “filled-with-wonder” life which keeps us inspired to react. Personally I like to track some of the events & emotions in writing. In a way, the words are much like photographs tagging important seasons.

A rictameter? It is a 9-line syllabic structure. The lines start at 2 syllables, incrementing upward by 2 to 10 in the 5th line and ending with the same 2-syllable word as the first line. Try one. I’ll be sure to read it. Thanks for visiting here. I appreciate your reading & commenting.

Have a good evening.


Actually, I was just coming back to say I had it wrong. A Cinquain is five lines of two, four, six, eight, and two syllables. A Butterfly Cinquain comes close, but has a two syllable line in place of the ten, as in this poem I wrote some years back:
Poets Are Lonely Actors

For us,
no one applauds,
no standing ovations,
no one ever even awaits
Ours is a solitary craft;
there are no thronging crowds
for poets’ works…
for us.


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