The Rose ... a collaboration with Lingering Soul

She woke delightfully from her dream

Unfurled her curves and gown without a seam

She knew times beyond her dawn

In lustrous color and wilder form

At bay side waters she sat alone

Whistling tunes of meadows many tones

Splashes of blue ...splashes of red

from shore to shore she lifts her head

Maybe a lonely night was through

A day has made a difference too

As romance stood shading her

Lovers leap and passions stir

A gleaming fragrant morning glow

Sheds petals of pure rain in wind and snow

Having pushed through tired rock and soil

Imbuing thoughts of linens' lemon coyle

05/28/2019

Lingering Soul and E.

 

"Top definition ... Coyle's are placed throughout the world to spread joy and happiness and to bring wit and pleasure ... AH, she was a lovely coyle, so charming!!"

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the allegory here...just a rose, or not?
a song from a beautiful flower, heartwrenching...janis, such a beloved blues/rock singer, but in her own world...struggling with loneliness...so unsure of life and why she is in it...
this is really powerful my friend...
you and Lingering Soul sound as one here...you are both such strong individual voices, but combined...?

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[B]

Thanks J :)

[Einstein Noodle]

and wow for your review, jacob! thanks so much! and you added a whole other dimension relating it to janis ... honestly had not had her in mind when writing .. but should have ... one of my all time favorites for her music and the statement of her living ... so glad you decided to stop to read this my friend ... working with Lingering was a delight ... made easy by her Soul ;)))))))))
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... Lady Fate has whistled through the Pines .... time to read your Poem again... which seems to be embedded in my heart of hearts. The Winds are wise as are the Stars... and Roses bloom when the Moon plays Lullabyes and Babies cry for Mothers Milk. tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks you Pat! strange to be called back to old poems isn't it!? ;) ..... memories fog up but the good ones endure .. luv on ya!
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love when two poets I know blend their styles and give us a fresh voice that is seamless.

[Einstein Noodle]

I love to collaborate .. its like putting some Miracle Grow on faltering poetic roots ;) Lingering is such a treat .. as is your visit .. so cool you chose this one to read ..peace and love
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The opening couplet is sublime in the vision it portrays of a sleepy woman stretching from her bed. The rest has a sadness pinned to its heart yet there is hope in the coyle yet.

[Einstein Noodle]

i believe so John ... an enduring muti-symbol-ed beauty in any language ... thank you for your sensitive reading sir...and taking a coyle home with you i hope! :))))))))
E.

[Nusquam Esse]

Honestly, one of the stronger collabs I have seen on here over the years. It is well balanced, with a lovely cadence to it. Not in much of a critique mood, but just wanted to say that I did enjoy this.

[Einstein Noodle]

Nusquaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!! i am so happy to see you having a bit of a stroll around the Cafe' ..i thought for sure you were gone forever ... thanks for your encouragement sir! so happy to see you and that you enjoyed the read :)
E.

[Nusquam Esse]

Nusquam Esse... it may imply that I am not about to leave an impression. ;)

[apennylate]

...Awe-inspiring... Tempo and breathe is just otherworldly...

A gleaming fragrant morning glow
Sheds petals of pure rain in wind and snow
Having pushed through tired rock and soil
Imbuing thoughts of linens' lemon coyle

Not only did I see and feel this one... I think my chair is a bit misty... Is that salt in the air...? I swear I heard a faint whistle somewhere... My god this poem takes you places... Or it brings the places TO you... Either/or... Silly-good effort on both parts...

[Einstein Noodle]

how wonderful this took you places ... the magic of poetry isn't it ... and that you feel it in this one is very gratifying Silente .. thanks so much!
E.

[apennylate]

Aye, very much welcome... Beautiful song did not hurt either... It helped my bus of imagining

[Patricia Wedel]

Roses shedding petals of pure rain... you give us a respite to rest upon
in meadows hue of flowers wild. When life holds dreams at bay and
melodies will calm our stay. A lovely collaboration from the dawn of time
and beyond. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks for taking time Pat..so happy you enjoyed and related to our "Rose" ... they are never old are they!? :)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

No... we as Roses are never old... our petals pressed against pages with poems of scented heirloom roses... blending our sentiments with earthly passions. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

hey Pat!! doing some "catching up" are we?? :))))))))))

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes... older poems are priceless... just as older poets are restless... as Autumn winds blow our time away...
fondly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha yes ...restless or at rest as the case may be :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... each day is priceless and like precious stones to be embedded in moments that bring comfort and pleasure to the honorees of life. Amen
Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes it is, Pat ... treasured to be sure .. you have set my eyes to open for this particular new day (been up since 1:30 AM) the heavens wink and blink ... the forest speaks its slumber sounds ... so grateful my friend!

[Patricia Wedel]

And now a Year later in the Autumn of 2020... the sober bells 🔔 toll and yet a flower grows beneath a cold and windy day.
A collaboration that appears when skies are grey and hope is hidden in the smoke of yesterday.... with eternal votes at heavens gate. Amen... gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

and here you are revisiting! :) what a super blessing you are Pat! a year later indeed! We have two baby red roses in full bloom right now ;) tho it is a chilly 30 degrees this morning here in the mountains ... it's supposed to hit the 50s today .. but what a treat those roses ... this late in the year. love on ya dear friend .. love and peace!

[Patricia Wedel]

We had one baby pink Rose in our back sunny yard. I brought it inside and nursed it in my own surrogate way. Blessed be the Indian Summer last Rose(s) Amen x

[Einstein Noodle]

Amen! :) ....................

[Patricia Wedel]

And now the End May be Near in July of 2024… hopefully 🙏 I am wrong as Life is Precious at eighty-four… the Romance 💘 of flowers bloom in my 💜 Heart. Wishing you Rain drops and Sunshine dreams … softly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

i am wishing you the best Pat ...

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a lyrical collaboration! The couplets are seamless...impossible to tell who wrote what. You tell a tale here of loneliness and heartbreak, but also of hope for a better day. I have always liked the song by Bette Midler. A wonderful job, you two. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Lydia! i feel pretty good you read this as seamless ... and that there is hope in it too ... i thoroughly enjoyed working with Lingering .. she made it seem so easy! ;)
E.

[Sami Khalil]

Love flies on the wings of the imaginations and touches the divine essence of life. The bond of love and beauty hold firm in our minds and hearts. Free from all constraints, it releases goodness and lovely cheers to all who receive and drink from its endless spring. I can linger in your collaboration and drink from the well of creativity. Thank you both.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow Sami!! i am going to ride that positivity all day today :))))))))) thank you ever so much for taking time to read and review .. but especially that reading took you on a ride ..blessing brother!
E.

[Sami Khalil]

All rich blessings. You are welcome. Both too...

[barleygirl]

I love reading this poem becuz of how well it flows, with great rhythm & rhyme. I forgot the title as I read & I missed any "rose" observations . . . then going back to check it out, I saw how this aspect of your extended metaphor tied in. All in all, your message feels like a kaleidoscope of observations, as if one is just awakening, or just opening up to some discovery/realization, just feeling the sensations more than thinking about what's on the horizon, the way startling imagery explodes in the mind's eye, blotting out any analytical synapses about what it is. You lead us to dwell in the sensory experience & suspend the need to interpret (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

smiling big time Margie ... I feel very happy to have worked with Lingering to offer this uncomplicated poem ..nope..no analyzing necessary

[B]

Thank you Barley Girl

[Jibey]

I liked the romantic images and the sense of the struggle that had gone before - 'pushing through tired rock and soil'. The dawn, the waters, the lonely night, the petals, the linen... all created a wonderful mix of sensations that spoke to me of hope, passion and delight.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for your sensitive reading of this one Jibey .. very much appreciate your time spent here :)))
E.

[B]

Thank you Jibey