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Rose Duality
Contributed by
Invierno
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Saturday, 19th March 2016 @ 12:22:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Rose ruby bottomed beyond
petaled hoary peerage,
lush with spare to paint a yearling daisy
fearless white to pale.
Blush lips open folded sigh
to tines ever finer pointed torn with
freeze thaw, freeze thaw
white succumbs to green born;
beauty weeping ever redder for the years;
caresses wish to press, alas,
to breast tight
but for ravaged thorns.
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Invierno
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Re: Rose Duality
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by xHeathenx on
Saturday, 19th March 2016 @ 02:47:03 AM AEST
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At the time I/'/m reading this, there/'/s a few words I/'/m not used to, as you tend to often find some of those quaint words that aren/'/t archaic, but certainly feel like it which is as good as it is surprising.
I picture sad, colorful flowers, which tears me between both, and so because of my nature to be as neutral as I can, I find my self with an unsure answer as to which it is; but after finding myself focusing on the joy of the colorful, I find my self happy regardless. |
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Re: Rose Duality
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by ming on
Saturday, 19th March 2016 @ 10:26:41 AM AEST
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Ahh. The beauty of balance in all. Lovely write. I thoroughly enjoyed this.
ming |
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Re: Rose Duality
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by softerware on
Saturday, 19th March 2016 @ 11:36:22 AM AEST
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There is duality and conflict in your poem. Birth struggling against its own cocoon and the seasons of life. The colors speak to the virgin yearling daisy (fearless white to pale), giving way to the green and "ever redder for the years" maturity that replaces youth, its season evidenced by ravaged thorns.
We are so like a garden; many colors and stages of bloom growing together, blooming, fading, and regenerating renewed. Ever changing, with only life itself to bind us.
How beautifully this is crafted. No need to mourn what was -- but to joy in what is. softerware
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Re: Rose Duality
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 20th March 2016 @ 10:22:42 AM AEST
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The three aces above me stole my thoughts;)
They said it better anyway.....
Great write
James |
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