22 November 2017

Witching an Old Rose Bush


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'Pink Knock Out' rose. Photo: Steve Bender in Southern Living



Let’s be an old rose bush whose countless blossoms look
plush with six-petalled blush.

Not stately to accent bouquets, we'll woo us with
fragrant fiery intent and kiss on stone walls near,
put petals in our hair, speak our hearts sincere.

We'll watch passers-by, count generations, sigh,
wave our own blooms goodbye.

And say year's end to earth: Ah! so we’ll have no dearth
of blessings and rebirth as long as we inspire love 
within our human race, we will survive with grace.



Posted for Sumana's Prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ 

The Flower: Rose




My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast






16 comments:

Thotpurge said...

survive with grace.. what a splendid lesson to learn from a rose bush!

J. T said...

Oh I feel all nice and beautiful with your rose poem, Susan! I am always fond of them even though their thorns are annoying sometimes. Good day!

Sumana Roy said...

Immortal souls with "fragrant fiery intent" and "hearts sincere" do inspire. Love how the poem ends.

Jae Rose said...

A powerful poem - I could really envision that rose bush

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love your opening lines. Let us be old rose bushes indeed.........offering our well-seasoned blooms to those who care to look...........I also love "wave our own blooms goodbye", and the surviving with grace, another winter, to another spring.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv the immortality of the rose you as poet have voiced

" We'll watch passers-by, count generations, sigh,
wave our own blooms goodbye."

much love...

rallentanda said...

There is value in the older rose bush...tough sturdy although a bit on the raggedy side:)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Susan,

I loved the image you used to accompany your poem. There's something reassuring about the rebirth of each year's new cluster of roses. Survivors in strength..and the peaceful nature of roses in hair and that era, which seems we left behind...Eileen

Truedessa said...

This part is beautiful and uplifting.

as long as we inspire love
within our human race, we will survive with grace.

Victoria Burke said...

This one touched me, Susan.

X said...

Yes we will.

Love is the greatest thing we can teach.
Even in our failings.

Rebirth is not limited to flowers.

annell said...

You poem speaks of love.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Love your depiction on an old rose bush; something of tested and constant love!

richard said...

Happy Holidays.

kaykuala said...

Ah! so we’ll have no dearth
of blessings and rebirth ~ as long as we inspire love
within our human race, we will survive with grace.

Classic word-craft here Susan. You have an uncanny way of expressing the goodness of beauty to what's lacking of the human race! Beautiful!

Hank

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

touching gripping full of love beauty truth and sincerity, moved me to tears, the poetry friendship is such, so like a rose , so full of sweet scents, leads one to universal peace, indeed a certain grace, surely we will overcome and survive...beautiful poem ...words are not enough...may Allah bless you amen