Sunday, May 3, 2015

DEAD ROSES





I'm fascinated by budding roses,
pregnant with promises of joy,
like a woman's swollen belly
full of dreams made of flesh
the way we once were, swimming
in mystery fluids, waiting
for life to take form.
And then it did, as we learned
what it took to live in air,
surprised at the bigness,
disappointed by the senseless,
shocked by the truth,
delighted in our courage to breathe
mysteries still flowing.

There's something special about dead roses too.
Some never bloomed, but those that did
still exude a pleasant scent.




27 comments:

  1. the promises of joy fulfill life and leave a trail...beautifully captivated Myrna...

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  2. interesting metaphor and beautiful.

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  3. I loved how you compared the blooming of roses to those of pregnant women who go through the process of child birth :)
    Beautiful poem :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. a wonderful description of coming into this life, Myrna.

    and how many roses have been pressed into books as keepsake for a precious memory? dead roses can mean more than living ones.

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  5. I especially like those last three lines.. to me they add the fullness .. that smell of dead roses is so important.

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  6. And the gently wrinkled petals of those softly scented dead roses are so very like the skin of the older people dear to us who have moved on.
    Thank you.

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  7. true the past teaches us so well.... i remember using similar imagery with black roses

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  8. Oh Myrna this is soul-speak to me...the coming to life in the buds and the lingering fragrance in death! wow....

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  9. ah yes a rose is a rose; and life comes chuck full of its ups and downs; the essence of existence remains

    thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today

    much love...

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  10. Beautiful, Myrna. I especially like the lines about the bud's promise.....like gestation.....

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  11. I especially loved the last three lines... life is like this...be it happiness or sorrow, it worths to live... :-) Beautifully penned....

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  12. Ha, in other words, Myrna, you just like all stages of life of roses!! It is good to appreciate each stage for what it is, I think.

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  13. the promises of life from the first bud, to the last petal fallen..even a dead rose still holds beauty.

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  14. I love the life that you give the rose. I have a love for dead roses - spent in the sun but still pointing toward the sky.

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  15. Roses always some kind of beauty, whether they are blooming on a bush or dead.

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  16. I like dead roses too.....have actually kept some for many, many decades....the ones that have sentimental value to me.

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  17. How special, to think of roses this way--those that were born and grew enough to reach disappointment, and those that dies, budded or not. A marvelous analogy. Thank you, too, Myrna, for your comment on my poem.

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  18. New life, new beginning, new hope.........

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  19. No wonder we refer to a pregnant woman as "blooming" for they exhibit a rich fulfillment of life's cycle.

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  20. There is a promise in the rose, I like it that way....

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  21. Lots of potential rewards if one carries the baby till birth. True in other situations of taking the initial sacrifice by oneself!

    Hank

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  22. I sense hope and dreams and the full circle of life in your beautiful poem, Myrna, as well as disillusionment from reality, sometimes, all part of one's journey, and if we accept this, it can only be a life well lived.

    I really enjoyed pondering over your words, which are precise and effective.

    Poppy

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  23. I enjoyed the journey of life you carried us on, based on the bud of a rose. Clever and effective, Myrna!

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  24. wow - that is a moving piece... from before birth with all the hopes and promises and life to realizing how cruel it can be to still carrying that scent beyond death...

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  25. I thought that was brilliant, linking nature and flowers with pregnancy. All in all, I think humans are like roses too, some bloom and some don't. Some attain their life purpose, while others do not.

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