One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)
(Image: A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
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One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)
(Image: A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
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Fabulous photo. There is a sadness to the photo that matches the words.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Makes me think of various fairly tales…yes, everything dies eventually, roses and even love…
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Well, the title was suggesting that all things have seasons. Spring comes again.
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Sorry I didn’t catch on–yes, Spring.
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Lol.
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I do the best I can about commenting on posts…sometimes I get it wrong…maybe I’m in a negative mood, or tired, in a hurry to acknowledge fellow bloggers. I end up closing blogs when I feel I’ve caused offense…and then I come back (new blog), and wonder if I should follow the same people…whether I should just LIKE, not comment, to avoid trouble… I don’t know…
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Glad to hear I’m not alone in my struggle. I find I’m overwhelmed by the number of alerts alone. Some days I just do likes, and some days I skip posts. Bottomline is we have to protect ourselves and the rest is just gravy.
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Guess so.
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Very thought provoking poem V.J. Does love really ever die? Or is if the sometimes limited
perception of humans that make it seem so ….
miriam
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Exactly – as the title implicates, there are seasons for everything, and those of us who are older know that love has seasons too.
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Very nice. I felt every word.
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Thanks Susan.
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I thought it was a camellia not a rose. My camellias are late this year…. we’ve had more cold.
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You could be right – I know very little about flowers, lol.
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Rose or camellia, it’s a gorgeous abstract photograph….
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Thank you. I’ll have to change my verse, lol.
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No, I like the verse. No worries.
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You pulled that one together, both thoughts, the metaphor, beautifully, V.J.
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Thanks LuAnne.
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I just read “White Rose” by revivedwriter; now I find your red rose to be equally stunning! I can’t get away from Lines 4-5: “even roses die — / love, too?” That’s poignant.
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Thanks Abigail.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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