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SEPTEMBER 6, 2025 | DAVID PLAHM

A Kiss Rose

A Kiss Rose

SUMMARY

Date
09-06-25
Title
A Kiss Rose
Topic

The poem meditates on the transformative power of a single kiss—using the rose as both symbol and catalyst—exploring how beauty's touch can open doors we never knew existed, sparking passion, romance, and the possibility of a lifetime together.

Summary

Plahm playfully inverts Seal’s iconic phrase, transforming “kiss from a rose” into the compound “Kiss Rose”—a neologism that becomes both noun and verb, gift and giver. The opening stanzas catalog the sensory cascade of romantic awakening: tingling nose, stirred emotions, sparked sensation. But the poem’s real interest lies in the metaphysical question it poses: is this experience private (“only in dreams”) or a “key set free” to unexplored doors? The interrogative structure—question after question—mirrors the uncertainty of new love’s threshold. The middle section’s litany (“To bloom with care? / To burn and yearn? / To know and grow?”) captures the multiple possibilities that romantic catalysis creates. The pivot to “Look in the mirror clear / and see what’s dear” turns the poem’s inquiry inward, suggesting the beloved’s beauty reflects the beholder’s own capacity for love. The closing image—”The spark in the dark / and the flame with no shame”—embraces passion without apology. A sweet, searching meditation on how beauty opens us.

SEPTEMBER 6, 2025 | DAVID PLAHM

A Kiss Rose

A Kiss Rose

MAXIMS

Date
09-06-25
Title
A Kiss Rose
Maxims
""A kiss can grow with flow—a lifetime, future bright, a world unfurled.""
""Is it a key set free, turning you on to a door unexplored?""
""Look in the mirror clear and see what's dear.""
SEPTEMBER 6, 2025 | DAVID PLAHM

A Kiss Rose

A Kiss Rose

RATING

Date
09-06-25
Title
A Kiss Rose
Rating
★★★★☆
8

A charming, playful exploration of romantic awakening that succeeds through its central conceit: the “Kiss Rose” as both object and action, gift and genesis. The dense rhyme scheme (rose/nose/glows/flows/knows) creates a hypnotic, almost incantatory quality appropriate to the subject of enchantment. The interrogative structure—so many questions—risks becoming repetitive but ultimately mirrors love’s own uncertainty at the threshold. The poem’s strength lies in its refusal to resolve: it doesn’t answer whether the kiss blooms “in silence, unseen” or opens “a door unexplored,” leaving that discovery to reader and beloved alike. Some middle stanzas (“To bloom with care? / To burn and yearn?”) feel slightly padded, and the allusion to Seal’s song, while clever, may date the piece. But the closing lines achieve genuine warmth, and the final image—”the flame with no shame”—captures Plahm’s signature blend of romance and self-acceptance.

A Kiss Rose

Kiss Rose

When
A kiss from a rose
tingles your nose,
stirs your emotions,
and sets passion in motion—

it sparks sweet sensation.

And-
its fragrance stirs you,
provokes awareness new,
arouses action with passion true…

What happens then?

Does it bloom
in silence, unseen in gloom,
alone in daylight’s gleam—
or only in dreams?

Is it
only for you, so true?

Or-

Is it a key set free,
turning you on,
to a door unexplored,
you never knew
existed before?

The rose’s fragrance
drawing you forward with romance—

But where?

To bloom with care?
To burn and yearn?
To know and grow?
To share what’s so fair?
To find what awaits your prayer?

What does this catalyst create?
What is
a kiss from a rose that glows—
a Rose Kiss, so great?

I think with grace-
It’s beauty’s embrace—
beloved and sacred
in this tender place.

A Kiss Rose…

Does it open a door to more?
Is it genesis, pure bliss’ core?
A beginning’s sacred lore?

A simple red rose
a kiss of beauty’s prose—
just like you, it glows.

That kiss-
can grow with flow,
a lifetime, future bright,
a world unfurled.

So you should ask with grace—

Am I the catalyst in this place?
What is-
a Kiss Rose that knows?

Look in the mirror clear
and see what’s dear.

Then-
kiss me with glee
with your Rose Kiss free.

The spark in the dark
and the flame with no shame—

Born of a rose’s blissful kiss.

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