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Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi

Rookie (11/01/89 / South Africa< Mpumalanga)

Flower


Will you thy beautiful
Thy pleasant with fragrant posies
My flower in the garden
Stain on my face tears; morrow

I with my raining eyes
Water you to grow
Have I no harvest, but thorn
To stuck my fingers

My white flower in the garden
Shall you alter from pure?
Me don’t know, thy fragrant posies
Shall alter to rod

Look you when my tears have fallen
You cry amber studs
Birds are delighted and sing madrigals
Will thine pleasure, last till morrow

Submitted: Sunday, September 09, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 06, 2011

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  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (7/23/2008 5:06:00 PM)

    I understand, generally speaking what the poem says. But it doesn't have to be so complicated to understand. The words individually, may be beautiful. But it is
    not the beautiful word that makes poetry, it is the conbination of words and their
    clarity of meaning.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ben Gieske (10/26/2007 3:31:00 PM)

    Has a nice rhythm and I enjoy the imagery. You have an intriguing way of presenting your thoughts which means that this is poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 154 Points Dr.subhendu Kar (9/22/2007 2:58:00 PM)

    with my raining eyes
    Water you to grow
    Have I no harvest, but thorn
    To stuck my fingers...............................unique imagery with thoughts surchaged with powerful emotion yet blended beautifully, that deserves its merit (Report) Reply

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