A rose by any other name
isn’t this rose. Alone
in front of a wall of jasmine
its vaunted smell smothered
by the saccharine cascade behind.
But its stand-alone pink beauty—
ah, there’s a solo act to attract
this photographer’s eye
on the walk up from Assisi’s
great basilica for Francis,
No other rose will be as sweet
to his memory.
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Beautiful!
Beautiful!
My favorite saint! Classic beauty.
Very nice, Greg!
I look forward each day to seeing Italy from your poet’s eye!
Love how you undo the cliche, ‘a rose by any other name’ with this brilliant rephrasing:
A rose by any other name
isn’t this rose.
Thanks, Pam…I will send you a photo of the rose and the jasmines…
They are beautiful! Thanks for sending.
Love the pic of you and your friend.
Would love to see you write a poem inspired by that image: red tablecloth on the table between two brown-robed brother friends drinking a cuppa!
Beautiful. Such a clear portrait you’ve painted.