Just Roses
I’m eyeing a hooded parking meter.
Its flag is up. Expired. Like some
Tranquil step toward death.
Across the street is the barbershop.
Then the bank. And that’s the whole block.
Banks need space for all that money to grow.
I just grow roses.
written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #12 – 44 words (no more; no less)
I like this very much. Maybe roses are better?
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Roses are definitely better. I don’t have any in this garden, and I miss them.
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Maybe a small pot of tea roses for indoors, for the table?
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Love the tone of the poem and that last line! Too good.
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Three readings of this unique take and I still feel like there is more mining to do. You paint such a terrific picture here!
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Love how you painted this picture of the street. And you growing roses while the bank grows money. I’ll take the roses every time. Wonderful poem.
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Thanks. Really pleased that you liked it.
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what a unique and great response to this prompt
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Thank you, Laura!
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A few more roses wouldn’t go amiss, Misky!
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I love the change of perspective, like a camera recording, and then the roses!
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Ha…for sure roses are better than banks and they don’t need all that room to crowd out what we’re really worth! I do enjoy your observations.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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