Roses are red
Your eyes are green
And with their cross-thread
They survey every scene
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: March 24th, 2022 03:20
- Comment from author about the poem: In response to a Specsavers advert on Facebook - the chalenge was to complete the poem given the first two lines.
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Comments6
We get Specsavers ads here, Michael..not sure I've seen that one.. However, I might need a pair after an attempt to view your latest art. Can't keep my eyes steady after that. How much more complex will you go? looking forward to it!
Thanks Dave - I guess that\'s as eye twiddling as they get but could do anther one even more complex.
Go for it, Michael....How's it done?....OK - that's your secret, I 'spose...
Roses are red
your eyes are green
they once were china blue
before you ripped out my spleen
lol
clever! a great showcasing
of Art and Poetry, in-sync
to explore that Brevity
of self-expression..
thanks for sharing Michael
and as ever
inspiring me, to scribble
yet another, humble
poetic reply)
'personally, dear Artist
I identify best
with that yellow corner, you injected
as an alternate, possibility
of reality's, differing perspectives
that colour of weakness
or simultaneously
a nourishing Sun's, brightness
waking up each day
doing, what it can
and then, when the time comes
surrendering
for the Moon, to do its thing
and accept those cycles of inevitability
in existence...
a humble, power
existing in those realms
between the warring
red and green
of stop - start, headstrong
stalwarts, in life...
yeah, find me
in that amber corner of agreeability
waiting my turn, crossing briskly
before the sign, starts to flash
and those alarms, beep
resoundingly, to once more
announce that arrival
of invading chaos, in our
fragile
small corners of the world!'
Good write M. lol.
how extraordinarily apt ................ 🙂
Roses are red
Violets are grey
That's not right
Still never mind eh!
At one time I was in the supermarket and was hit by a trolley pushed by a man, he had a badge on saying that he worked for Specsavers.
Andy
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