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The Writing & Other Projects of Elizabeth Barrette
Poetry Fishbowl Open!
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beckyzoole From: beckyzoole Date: December 17th, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
One of my roses had a large pink bud on it. I let it stay, hoping I would have one last rose of summer, unexpectedly in December. But it never bloomed; it's a dot of bright pink wilting on the end of a dark wet rose vine, in the snow.

Meditation based on a play on words:
I have thyme in a bottle on my pantry shelf. Last spring when we planted it, last summer when the parsley threatened to overgrow it, the chill rain of autumn when I cut the last of it before the freeze, all is there, together with the anticipation of stews and roasts all through the coming winter. Fragile dry leaves, crumbling, fragrant.

Any sort of vining, entwining form with words to match.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Your prompt about the rose bud merged with a sad message I received from a friend today, and turned into the memorial poem "Snowbud."
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