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. who’s to say if a rose is a rose who knows if someday walking in an alley i might think of turquoise brick that way . . . . . . . . . Rose is the word for May at tweetspeak poetry.A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
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. who’s to say if a rose is a rose who knows if someday walking in an alley i might think of turquoise brick that way . . . . . . . . . Rose is the word for May at tweetspeak poetry.The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
One thing I love about teaching science is I can often talk about color… The other day we explored the land between blue and green
interesting place, that land.
yes indeed, I have met Miles Davis there on occasion
i like the painted ladies too.
Turquoise brick! This makes me think of how sometimes I wished we bought a house downtown, where the old Victorians are painted so…atypically. In our neighborhood it’s actually part of the HOA covenants that people keep their houses “natural” colors (not the purple/fuchsia/bright yellow/turquoise combinations like they have downtown). When we moved in, our house was brown with darker brown trim. Now at least it’s off-white (“Arizona white,” says the paint can) with teal trim.
aha… the shifting focal point. kudos.
i wrote a few rose poems the other day too… but none involve bricks
Nice find, I love the color. I love the idea of someone brighting up their corner of the world. ( thank you Beth) Who’s to say anyway!
You got me thinking too hard for so early in the morning. So–if we interpret it as such, then it becomes that? Is that what you’re saying?
Ouch! Too early. But I like the turqoise brick in a photo–I’m not sure I’d like to see it every day next to me. But someone wanted to brighten up their corner of the world, didn’t they? :>)
The photo and poem, each quite wonderful.
one has to have a little fun…
these three
this red
this turquoise
this gray
they
talk to each
other
like old ladies
at the hair salon