Sleeping Roses

Sleeping Roses

A Poem by Patricia Wedel
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Lips kissing a Rose ... the fragrance of Wisteria

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When Spring arrives in early May we will 

dance around tulips and breathe in wisteria... 

Foxtrotting around sleeping roses 

by the goldfish pond and beyond... 

through the Gate overlooking the City with Steeples and 

a River running along with rapids and ghosts hovering over... 

We will waltz into the romance of roses unfolding with 

love and laughter and the music of flowers.... 

© 2019 Patricia Wedel


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i find ghosts quite intriguing...and have had a couple encounters. I like this poem for that, but also for the peacefulness and romance of it...ghosts are often depicted as evil, scary, but that is not always the case...
they are like blooming roses...in spring their visages shoot up...and haunt us beautifully.
j.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Jacob... your review is awesome, and I also believe there are ghosts who haunt us beautifully.... read more
Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

6 Months Ago

sorry had to chime in...they are everywhere
Patricia Wedel

3 Months Ago

Thank you Bunny (Robert)... I feel their presence...



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In a garden of eden are memories sown Pat.

Posted 3 Months Ago


A short but sweet Piece Patricia and I love the Sleeping Roses remark, I like your style of writing. God Bless.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

4 Months Ago

Thank you Mr. Penman for your kind review. Flowers and birds provide a landscape of peaceful beauty.. read more
I enjoyed this dance and love the springtime tune of your lines a celebration of beginnings:) I echo your sentiment of spirit this spring and hope to unfold many blossoms as pretty and fragrant as this one.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Bad bunny... yes, there has been quite an awakening with blossoms and leaves appearing in tree.. read more
Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

With blossoms and new leaves appearing after a long Winter. Thank you for enjoying the Dance 💃 A.. read more
The musicality of spring is alive and well...and thriving here. Wishing you a most joyous one, Pat!

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Kelly... when I see the trees with blossoms,
I do hear the music of a harp in melodies .. read more
'.. with Steeples and - a River running along with rapids and ghosts hovering over... '

Reality and dreams. the near spiritual and romance, all here and more. You poet you, such a beautiful sketch, such a calm, meandering view of your lovely, calm, bright yet subtle world. I love this, Pat... truly do. Buying a ticket, arrive yesterday!

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Em ... you have the heart of a poet to feel the beauty of Spring along the Reappahannock... the.. read more
There is such a magic feeling in the air when spring arrives and you so eloquently described it.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Dale... today was perfectly warm... like cattails along the river and sun shadows to lay about .. read more
Very unique and
a different approach
nicely penned

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Benita... I appreciate your kind review.
It is a challenge to create a style of poetry.. read more
I love the way you throw in everything but the kitchen sink (ghosts?) This one feels like it's been written with much uninhibited anticipation, the way you skip from this idea to another and another, almost with a breathless effect. Way to say: "so ready for spring" . . . in an original way. Love that you never use the standard imagery, always something bright & sparkling (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear Margie... that’s why we love you so...
you leave the best review with endearing though.. read more
masterful my friend ..instantly fine the font and format appealing ..so clear, crisp and clean ..them is spot on form Spring and metaphors of dance and flowers with added familiar scents make this top notch says i! i am thinking of Snoopy doing his joyful dance of spring right now ... big smile ... love is in the air :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear E, you are a treasure that comes in on the Tide... your review is delightful and Snoopy is The .. read more
Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

Correction : The Red Baron was the enemy of Snoopy. Aging plays tricks on my mind. truly, Pat
Einstein Noodle

6 Months Ago

they were all in on it together ... one big happy family ... Pig Pen was one of my favorites ;) ..bu.. read more
Everything about your poem seems to create the perfect day in the perfect season. How the glory of the colors rise up from the earth, the scent is magnificent, and everything comes to life in wonder. And then, then the loving and laughing and dancing. Perfection.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear 🦉 Owl... Yes, Spring is a Miracle and we want to blossom also and bring hope to everyone whe.. read more

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Mother of Robert and Edie Marie... Grandmother of Ethan age 16 and Madeline age 12; also Shannah age 6 and sister Kahless age 4; Married to Roger, a man of Letters, retired. Living in Fredericksbu.. more..

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