Rosebuds and Lists

There were gutsy items on the list:

pluck a feather from an owl
as he sleeps, or the whisker
of a tiger fully awake;

lay still in a mountain stream until
the flow of cold water over my body
brings the peace of a silent mind;

ring in a new year astride the international
date line, invisible marker dividing
tomorrow from today.

Each line of type reveals a dream
devoid of normalcy or routine.

Sadly, it is often in the making of a final list
when we grasp why Herrick urges
the virgins to gather rosebuds.



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

5 responses to “Rosebuds and Lists

  1. I wish I had gathered more rosebuds while I could! I love your wordling fantasy, especially straddling the international date line.

  2. The first stanza is magical.


  3. Everything is possible and best to be done before the feeling of regret overtakes you, as it surely will. Just leave the tiger’s whisker till last!

  4. The scent of rosebuds lingers.

  5. Mirada

    True indeed, well done.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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