Temperatures Rising

Posted on April 22, 2019 by Maggie C

 

red rose

I arose when the sun rose.
As the temperature rose,
my rose blossoms opened.

My expectations rose
about winning a blue ribbon at the county fair.
Perhaps I would only win a rose-colored ribbon.
That would get a rise out of me for sure.

dVerse Quadrille prompt #78: Rise

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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19 Responses to Temperatures Rising

  1. revivedwriter says:
    April 22, 2019 at 4:48 pm

    I like how you incorporate all the different meanings of “rose.”

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  2. Mish says:
    April 22, 2019 at 5:13 pm

    You rose to the occasion, bringing us many versions of the word. Cute ending. 🙂

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  3. D. Avery @shiftnshake says:
    April 22, 2019 at 5:59 pm

    Ha! Such a playful one about feeling blue over getting a rose for a rose instead of the blue. Blue, by the way, being one of the few hues rose cannot achieve.

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  4. Peggy Lemmer says:
    April 22, 2019 at 6:47 pm

    You rose me out of that Earth Day funk. 😀

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  5. kim881 says:
    April 23, 2019 at 12:54 am

    A rose by any other name…

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  6. Frank Hubeny says:
    April 23, 2019 at 3:51 am

    I like all the multiples uses of “rise”.

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  7. merrildsmith says:
    April 23, 2019 at 5:16 am

    Delightful word play on rise. You rose to the challenge! 🙂
    I wondered if anyone would write about a rose. Your rose is stunning!

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  8. Beverly Crawford says:
    April 23, 2019 at 10:54 am

    A very clever rosy offering!

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  9. Grace says:
    April 24, 2019 at 6:45 pm

    Love the use of rose and rise. I am still awaiting for my roses to bloom.

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