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.
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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I really like how you use the rose as a metaphor for your journey through life. So beautifully done Debi..
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Happy, sad, beautiful, the story of life,,through the eye of a rose, a lovely poem,,
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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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I agree, Jae
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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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Thank you,Sumana
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How true this is. Let’s make sure we bloom too.
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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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Thanks Magaly. I always enjoy your insightful comments.
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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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“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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Debi, this is a poignant and brilliant summation of life, using that rose metaphor as a backdrop. Just loved it.
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Thank you,Victoria
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A beautiful riff off the Dowson!
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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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Lovely….I liked the closing lines so much!
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The different stages of life represented by the stages of a rose’s life. Wonderful!
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Really nice job of developing a metaphor from beginning to end.
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Thanks
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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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