The Finest Rose Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

The Finest Rose



A rose
Arose from the finest root
And bore a little flower
In the middle of the night and winter.

The rose-fanciers' club,
Seeking Since Isaiah,
Declared,
'Ave! Maria The Pure! '

'Could we aim a little higher? '
Urged Seekers not so sure.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A development from 'The Name of the Rose'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetima Baruah Sarma 14 August 2013

A wonderful verse penned.

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Danny Draper 05 August 2013

Be it dream or introspection we may only aspire to perfection and yet it lilts a beckoning plea, come dance, come dance and to skirt around the unattainable.

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Valerie Dohren 02 August 2013

A beautiful rose indeed, lovely write.

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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