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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.
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.
within our human race, we will survive with grace.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast
survive with grace.. what a splendid lesson to learn from a rose bush!
ReplyDeleteOh 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!
ReplyDeleteImmortal souls with "fragrant fiery intent" and "hearts sincere" do inspire. Love how the poem ends.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem - I could really envision that rose bush
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteLuv the immortality of the rose you as poet have voiced
ReplyDelete" We'll watch passers-by, count generations, sigh,
wave our own blooms goodbye."
much love...
There is value in the older rose bush...tough sturdy although a bit on the raggedy side:)
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteI 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
This part is beautiful and uplifting.
ReplyDeleteas long as we inspire love
within our human race, we will survive with grace.
This one touched me, Susan.
ReplyDeleteYes we will.
ReplyDeleteLove is the greatest thing we can teach.
Even in our failings.
Rebirth is not limited to flowers.
You poem speaks of love.
ReplyDeleteLove your depiction on an old rose bush; something of tested and constant love!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays.
ReplyDeleteAh! so we’ll have no dearth
ReplyDeleteof 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
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
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