The soul of the rose
is in it’s sweet perfume
which gives witness to the touch
of divine
and it’s unique identity
lies in the thorns
vital for it’s protection,
a shield of defense
which fences off lust and evil eyes
trying to pluck it
and protects
the exotic beauty
of it’s flushed, satin petals,
The colors so rich
as if painted with the blood
of love itself
And…even if plucked
the flora is destined
with an enviable fate-
a gift of a lover
a bouquet of a bride
the pride of a shrine
a memory between diary pages
garland of royalty
or the decoration of a forgotten grave.
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“what’s in a name? That which we call rose,
by any other name would smell as sweet…”-William Shakespeare
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“A rose must remain with the sun and the rain,
or it’s lovely promise won’t come true…”- Ray Evans
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“A single rose can be my garden
A single friend….my world”- Leo Buscaglia
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“A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose.
It would be horribly selfish if it wanted other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses”- Oscar Wilde
Beautiful photo
Thankyou…selected the pic randomly from google search.
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Beautiful…
And so are you dear. Thankyou!
So many sides to this delicate flower isn’t there Suri? … very wonderful poetry dearest friend… sending you love x RL
Love roses my sweet Robyn. It’s my fav flower….i feel the queen of the botanical world. A rose has so many expressions of life and teaches us quite a few lessons. I agree with you….much love back to you!
I could almost feel the fragrance through your words, my dear friend. And definitely see the beauty of many shades.
Coulnd’t resist adding a couple of lines from one of my all-time favourite books: “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Ohhh Esenga…..my dear, this is so so so beautiful, touching and deep. Indeed there may be many roses….but mine is special for me….coz it belongs to me and i have taken care of it.
It’s cute how you included ‘butterflies’ in the brackets!
Thankyou for sharing such a wonderful message with me.
Roses are you
Violets are me
Love is oh so tragic
Do you know how to make jilebi?
less ghee, ah…
Lol…..
What a rhyme
A song to chime
Unfortunate as it can be
don’t know how to make jalebis….
see?
that’s why
A rose has a lasting beauty which will always be remembered and treasured within hearts and minds. Your poem is so very beautiful, i love the words you gave life to! They speak loudly and soothingly at the same time. with a message that remains so true! Hope you are well my sister! May gods radiance always embrace you each day! God bless!
Very beautiful piece fine woman…indeed…I wish there were more thorns to protect such beauty from those that don’t deserve to smell and touch the divine
My name is Rose so I couldnt help stopping by to reply….loved all the words and the picture….very nice post
Beautiful piece
You have captured the essence of The Rose perfectly….
Thank you for sharing
Take Care…
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maryrose