by Robert Carson | Aug 19, 2009 | Poetry
What symphony, what grace of form True beauty will too soon be gone… The perfumer’s hand would carefully blend The perfect harmony of your scent. With a maestro’s skill you were conceived Whose blossom would have Monet pleased. With your air, your...
by Robert Carson | Aug 15, 2009 | Poetry
Theirs was a thankless, bloody task. One droplet of their precious blood Worth more than arid land or dust. Many were to fight and perish there Their loss a cross too great to bear. They fought a war they thought was just That proved the measure of their worth....
by Robert Carson | Aug 13, 2009 | Poetry
Soft pink blooms, as if, for summer dressed. Slight hint of fruit upon the breath. How beauty seems to Nature wed… To breath the lightly-scented air God’s presence seeming everywhere. Though unpretentious in your ways You flower from crowning arch to base....
by Robert Carson | Aug 8, 2009 | Poetry
Large pink and apricot flowers. Glorious rosettes of colour With a nose of ripe peaches and apricots. The rose possesses magic power Casts its spell upon the hour… In the warm Mediterranean you belong Where clouds of myth and legend form. Whose presence soothes...
by Robert Carson | Aug 4, 2009 | Poetry
Robustly perfumed Wild raspberries, deep Damask rose. Pink, soft shades of lilac Full cupped flowers shed their tears Amid the early-summer showers. You look most beautiful on your own ‘La Riene des toutes les roses…’ When she scatters your petals on...
