Post 1656. Wednesday April 18
My Friend Rosey has regularly featured on my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Last Friday at our weekly get together, Rosey surprised us all by mentioning she occasionally writes poems. I jokingly asked her if she’d ever had any published and she took the wind out my sails by saying she had! Apparently, she entered a competition a few years back and the top ten entrants had their poems printed in a magazine. We had no idea. We were muttering among ourselves about our own literary efforts when we realised Rosey was quietly reciting a poem.
‘Summer sunshine rides the breeze
as sunrays weave their way through trees
A dappled carpet paints the ground
with shades of gold and green and brown
So different from that fateful day…’
She suddenly stopped. We watched in silence for what seemed an age, then she slowly rose to her feet and walked outside. Helen followed her. A couple of minutes later they returned hand in hand. Rosey was looking down at the floor. I have no idea what happened. The poem clearly meant something to her.
The look on her face told us it was time to change the subject.
“I need to do a survey for work and I’m a bit stuck as to how to go about it” chirped Nicki. “It’s a sort of report, and I thought that I ought…”
With that Rosey started giggling. “Hey, you’re a poet and you didn’t know it!” she said. The Rosey we know and love was back!
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Lovely poem. A side of Rosey you haven’t written before.
It’s side she rarely shows in public Denise
“…that fateful day.” Don’t leave us hanging here! 🙁
I do hope you’ll do an “R for Reveal” and tell us sad fate Rosey is referring to.
I’m none the wiser than you Christine! I’ll do a bit of snooping and let you know.
And here I thought Rosey was just an imaginary friend of yours. 🙂
I think that sometimes!
Hi Keith – yes Rosey is full of dilemmas in life or disasters she’s managed to extricate herself from … so glad Helen went to her rescue .. but has Helen a tale to tell too … cheers Hilary
This is one tale that Helen won’t be spreading. Thanks so much Hilary
Aah, the sentimental side of Rosey comes out from its hiding once again.
It’s there, and you’ve not seen the last of it, Anurag. Thanks so much
Please tell Rosey that I loved her poem. 🙂
I shall. Clever isn’t she! Cheers Moon
She is, indeed. 🙂
Now, there’s a different side of Rosey. I guess all the silliness is a mask she wears, but to hide what? Fantastic switch hit, Keith
Spot on Varad.There’s a lot going on under that cheerful surface.
That was lovely – but I wonder what made her stop reciting her poem?
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Even I don’t know the answer to that Susan!
Sweet story and a lovely poem.
Thanks so much
A bit of mystery and depth to Rosey. Nicely played Keith.
She has her moment.! Thanks Iain
A different side of Rosey today. Nicely done Keith.
P is for Paradise in Plain Sight
She tries to be cheerful all the time, but as we all know it’s not always possible. Thanks so much
Of course Rosey dabbles in poetry. I am not even surprised.
You’ll be more surprised when I reveal another talent! Thanks Jacqui
Rosey is one helluva woman: versatile, unique and so full of life. Love you Rosey. I’m not surprised you dabble in poetry too! Maybe you’ll be an author some day.
Natasha
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I’m delighted that’s coming across Natasha. Gardening, painting and wine tasting are enough hobbies for me to help her with, please don’t give her any ideas!
Ha!Ha1 If only you were to set us up on a date, I would…but then if wishes were horses… ;-))
Nay nay!
Oh! We werent aware of this side of Rosey. But what made her sad?
Glad she was back to her usual self. 🙂
I have no idea, and If I don’t know, nobody does! I thought it about time I showed you she’s not silly all the time. Normal service will be resumed tomorrow!
Perhaps she would tell you where it was published, and you could look up the rest. We used to tell someone who made an accidental rhyme “you are a poet, and didn’t know it, but your feet show it, they’re Longfellows!”
I really like the longer version of you’re a poet! Must remember that one! Cheers mimi
Sounds like a good start to a poem. Too bad she didn’t finish reciting it. Poems mean quite a lot to those who write them. I’m always impressed when the can recite them from memory. I Don think I could do that with a passage from one of my books.
Nor me Jean. I certainly couldn’t be an actor, imagine learning all those lines! Thanks dopping by
Do tell Rosey that such a lovely poem begs an ending. Superb!
If I ever hear it I’ll let you know Diedre! Thanks so much.
Rosey does have talent and a way of leaving us hanging!
Emily In Ecuador
That’s Rosey for you! Cheers Emily
We’ve all had days like that. Just recently ….
I’m really enjoying your Rosey stories, Keith!
We do indeed> I’m delighted they appeal to you.
I loved Rosey’s poem – I hope there’s more!
There could be – watch this space!