pogo, coffee and me

with a bit of cinnamon and cream

rose red

rose red rose red, rose red

whom shall I wed?

rose red, rose red

from thorns I bled.

rose red, rose red

alone on my deathbed.


October 27, 2007 - Posted by | floral, love, macro, wildflowers and plants, winter


  1. Wonderful little poem; says a lot in a few words.

    I like the repetition of the rose red, rose red lines.
    The last line is the clincher.

    Nicely done!

    Comment by Scout | October 28, 2007 | Reply

  2. Beautiful photo!

    Comment by Someone Else | October 29, 2007 | Reply

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