Friday, April 21, 2017

Rose



Mind, time, distillate
Turned upon itself:
Futures seek pasts,
Petals, constellated
Light, galactic dawn
And earth to raise
A flower on.


18 comments:

  1. Beautiful flower and beautiful poem to go with it!

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    1. Kind Martha, thank you. I've relayed compliment to the photographer too.

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  2. Simply beautiful. Both flower & poem.

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    1. O_Jenny, sometimes the unimaginably huge universe produces some little thing of very delicate beauty. The rose is part of its language.

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    1. As did mine as well, Emma. Thank you.

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  4. Beautiful. There is something ageless about the beauty of roses. Your poem captures that.

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    1. Thanks, Elizabeth. Our city is full of roses right now. Trust you and Rajan are enjoying them too!

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  5. Your words paint a delicate portrait by themselves.

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  6. I love the fragile edges of the petals; perhaps the beauty in such delicateness is the inevitable loss of it. Your poem captures this universal truth so well.

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    1. The rose is a flower both dramatic and cheerful, eager to survive--a good sign from the universe.

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  7. Petals are incredibly fragile yet pack a visual punch. Well said.

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    1. Thanks! In ancient Greece and Rome, roses were linked to Aphrodite and Venus --transcendent beauty and love from a higher plane-- quite a punch indeed.

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  8. A rose is a rose is a rose, but your photo of a rose and your poem are extra special. They are just lovely, Geo. I hope the spring and summer comes up roses for you and Norma.

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    1. Dear Arleen, thanks. I share and reciprocate your rosy summer hope.

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  9. Short and sweet. Lovely like a rose.

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