rose

(7/19, 1998)

First Place 


   stopped by a gate
   the blind man and his dog
   sniffing roses
                   Ferris


Second Place 


   the first stars;
   her gnarled hands still pruning
   faded roses
                  Paul Blake


Third Place 


   outside church
   on the rose window
   butterflies
                tishang


   petal by petal
   the wild rose
   returns to the earth
                         Donald McLeod



BELOW 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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