What a Rose Knows
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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by VJ
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Flowers gift us in time of need. Brilliant piece, VJ.
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Well said. Thank you
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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A fine tribute to the flower
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Thanks Derrick
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Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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beautiful VJ 🥰🥰🤗🤗
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Thank you
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Perhaps the answer to that lies in the thorns.
Yellow roses are my favorite. My Mother’s favorite color was yellow.
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Lovely. Thanks Mary
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Would you know anything about the 2026 anthology compiled by Dversepoets? They accepted a poem I wrote, and said it would be this year. I have not received an email as of yet, and don’t know who or how to inquire.
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I don’t know, Mary. Haven’t participated for some years now. Congratulations though
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Beautiful VJ. Roses for me too.
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Thanks
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A very beautiful poem VJ
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Thank you, dear Sadje
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You’re very welcome dear friend
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Certain flowers are magic for each of us.Lilacs do that for me.
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Yes. Roses are my connection to a grandmother.
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Lilacs are a connection to my mother. Queen Anne’s Lace is the flower connection to my grandmother.
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Queen Anne’s Lace are magical. A favourite from childhood
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🙂
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