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The white Rose


copper coloured pots
and the chime of bells
a vast blue ground.
and lots of grass

the warmth of an ocean
the kiss of the nights
sweet drinks.
two loaves of bread.
and iced tea...
indulgent chocolate
lollipopped glory...
green and red..
and charming winds.


dickens and wilde
and a Christmas carol
and sheets of paper
saying "i love you".

weak spots and strong..
and whispered songs..
and a generous heart
that loves to share

the blanket of dreams and you and me
a word.not one.
go on and on..

the eye of the needle under the brown arch
white shirts.two.one long gone..

vague figures on the écran
Gable and fantasies and Scarlett hues
not tennis..but two sports shoes..

mighty winds of authority..
a one and a two..
an addled computer
going boink!boink!boink!

phone calls and giggles
Recharged Questions !
"I am serious about her!"
shared loves and lives.
a deep green pail
and herbal essences..

baked garlic and cheese
olives and those scornful
baby-corns
the sound of "would you like some more?"
hovering around.


the antique figurine..
big ears..cute nose..
and other wedding gifts..
stacked on shelves
waiting to be caressed and held.

chatter.pit-pat.
clatter.not clam.
and open mystery
to anyone who saw.

that binding vine of love...
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Carpe Diem... said…
hey anu..this is such an unexpected absolute pleasant surprise....woww.....u've added everything...each phrase has its own meaning.esp the lollipops..grape n cherry..n its wonderful...well thank u sweety..i'm really honored n humbled...thank you....
June 12, 2007 at 9:16 PM
lavieenrose said…
:D kid ..thank you and all..i guess i just got nostalgic ,too :)
June 12, 2007 at 9:27 PM
Venkat said…
Hey anu:) wat do i say for this?? i felt it was very romantic and the first time am seein some romance mixed n ur poems:)continue 2 do so;) and very poetic too:) good work:)
June 14, 2007 at 7:06 PM
Mohit Sureka said…
fabulously romantic....
December 3, 2008 at 2:43 PM
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