One Half-Dozen Red Roses

Red Lifeguard Station 
Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you

Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you

Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too

Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to all!

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A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

40 thoughts on “One Half-Dozen Red Roses”

  6. This is beautiful! ❤️ Especially love; “Roses are red/Cards slip like new/That ace up my sleeve/Turned into a two.” Happy Thanksgiving 🙂

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  13. Many congratulations on the publication of your poem and photograph, Frank! I like the way you have played with the old rhyme in this poem and turned it into a gentle, more personal love poem. I love the final stanza.

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  17. Sweet and simple. You’ve taken what could’ve been a cliche and made it a vulnerable declaration/reaffirmation of love. I love it. 🙂

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  18. SMiLes A Clear
    Path And
    Destination
    For Ever Coloring
    Roses of Love With
    Thorns and Flowers
    Holding Hands is surely
    A Nice Place of Peace And Harmony
    to Live as Petals Spread over Life’s Joy in Comfort of Love..:)

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