Days of Wine and Roses

Posted: June 3, 2016 in Uncategorized

adashofsunny Sanaa Rizva Take time out and stop to smell the Roses 

They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.  Ernest Dowson       

Article here  Ernest Dowson, poet

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Those were the good old days
tightly furled like a rose bud
sweet, innocent moments of
anticipation and keenness
the mysteries of yet to be.
Childhood passed so quickly
skinned knees and bruises
gave way to broken hearts
soon mended by true love.
Then the glorious unfolding
rose blooming in dewy creaminess
blush of the middle years lush
with activity and plans.
Then fully open, beauteous
in its completeness
breathtaking its rosé bouquet.
And living, like the rose,
is strewn with thorns
regret, brevity,
wilting, drooping,
petal by petal
letting go
to dream
the winter
dreams.
 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments
  1. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Whistles!!! Such vibrant and lush images in your verse Debi 😀 especially love “Childhood passed so quickly skinned knees and bruises gave way to broken hearts soon mended by true love.” Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating and for your constant love and support ❤❤

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Michael says:

    I really like how you use the rose as a metaphor for your journey through life. So beautifully done Debi..

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  3. elleceef says:

    Happy, sad, beautiful, the story of life,,through the eye of a rose, a lovely poem,,

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  4. Jae Rose says:

    The life cycle echoed in the bloom and fall of the flower – beautiful and how brief it can seem when laid bare on paper

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  5. Sumana Roy says:

    What an exquisite rose layout! Life is truly as beautiful as a rose, inclusive of everything, the experiences and growing out of it. So beautifully penned…

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  6. oldegg says:

    How true this is. Let’s make sure we bloom too.

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  7. Love that this poem reads like a metaphorical journal of living and loving. I can see all the stages–being a child, a teenager in love, an adult who is loved, and a wiser adult moving towards better… Just lovely, Debi.

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  8. gillena says:

    Oh yes a nicely presented metaphor, the rose of fragrance and thorns; quite impressive
    Have a good Saturday Debi

    much love…

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  9. georginamorley says:

    “rose blooming in dewy creaminess…” how beautifully sensual….like the deep rich fragrance of a rose in full bloom. Love your take on this prompt… a life beautifully lived XXX

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  10. Victoria says:

    Debi, this is a poignant and brilliant summation of life, using that rose metaphor as a backdrop. Just loved it.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    A beautiful riff off the Dowson!

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  12. regret, brevity,
    wilting, drooping,
    petal by petal
    letting go

    Eventually it would be wound down to just little heaps of wilt. That’s how life can be as a consequence of desperate times. Great lines debi!

    Hank

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  13. sreejaharikrishnan says:

    Lovely….I liked the closing lines so much!

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  14. ghostmmnc says:

    The different stages of life represented by the stages of a rose’s life. Wonderful!

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  15. Rommy says:

    Really nice job of developing a metaphor from beginning to end.

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  16. Your rose tells the story of human life. We bud, bloom, and wilt. May we embrace every moment we are given. Beautiful

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