Sunday, June 28, 2020

Decomposing Red Roses

The Sunday Muse

Bursting into bloom,  red roses
has anyone noticed, their
delicate beauty

They speak of love and passion
but, the thorns are a reminder
of imperfection

Can you see me through the
rosy tinted haze of summer
my heart openly on display

Exposed, soft buds of affection
but, will a single rose fill
you with enchantment
or do you yearn for
a bouquet

Wilting in the poetic garden
my heart pierced by the thorns
of decaying dreams

Perhaps, love is like a  blue rose
elusive and mysterious in nature
a journey into the unattainable

Living in modern times, there is a
loss of innocence, how can I touch
you when you are too far away

How can I make you believe
in the songs of the roses
when all I feel are
the thorns of the blues

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17 comments:

  1. qbitJune 28, 2020

    "love is like a blue rose" - great observation that the rose is actually blue!

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  2. HelenJune 28, 2020

    A single rose for me, please. Mind the thorns ......

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  3. MaryJune 28, 2020

    Oh yes, often the thorns of the blues are more obvious than the beauty of the roses, unfortunately (in this day and age!)

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  4. Elephant's ChildJune 28, 2020

    Powerful, evocative and beautiful.
    Which is true of all your poems.
    I prefer the simplicity of a red rose to the elusive wonder of a blue...

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  5. indybevJune 28, 2020

    "Wilting in the poetic garden, my heart pierced by the thorns of decaying dreams" Oh, (sigh) so poignant.

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  6. Carrie Van HornJune 28, 2020

    Love the questions this stirs Truedessa! A beautiful message! I love the solitary rose myself. 🌹

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  7. JimJune 28, 2020

    When I reached the reminder by the thorns, I paused, "thorns are a reminder of imperfection." Excellent as is everyting else.
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    1. JimJune 28, 2020

      p.s. I dont often buy Mrs. Jim flowers but I do get her a box of Whitman Sampler Chocolates for her birthdsy (Jan 1), Valentines Day, Easter, and Christmas.
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    2. TruedessaJune 28, 2020

      Ah, The gift of chocolates, Does Mrs. Jim share?

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  8. anthonynorthJune 29, 2020

    Excellent words. You can't have one without the other.

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  9. hedgewitchJune 29, 2020

    Roses are so rich with imagery, intimately connected to love, and here you explore those poetic twists and turns beautifully with your use of color. Like the song says, every rose has its thorn, but that's never stopped anybody from picking them.

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  10. Alex J. CavanaughJune 29, 2020

    Roses and thorns - with beauty and love there is always some pain.

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyJune 29, 2020

    Beautiful. I especially love "how can i make you believe in the songs of roses when all i feel are the thorns of the blues."

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  12. Wendy BourkeJune 29, 2020

    Lovely. A compelling analogy - wonderfully penned.

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  13. Susie ClevengerJune 30, 2020

    This is so beautiful...The voice of a single rose piercing us with questions

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  14. C. SandlinJune 30, 2020

    Everything dissolves and refocuses and then dissolves again--a magic trick of POV in this.

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  15. Pat HattJuly 01, 2020

    Those thorns seem to be growing bigger and bigger these days.

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