“Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
“It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.”
“Reflective listening is where you yell into a canyon and wait for the echo!”
“She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.”
“They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the seamless grass,No eye could find the place;But God on his repealless listCan summon every face”
“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”