The Roses Died
The roses died
Upon the stem
As autumn blew his breath
They learned too late
The wise advice
Don’t bloom
or it means death
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The Morrigan
Weekly Scribblings #45: https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-45-artistic.html A picture prompt this week, prose or poetry inspired by one or more of three paintings. I chose two, 'Beautiful, YOU are' by Magic Love Crow, and 'Carnival Dreams' by Shelle Kennedy. 'Carnival Dreams' by Shelle Kennedy Beautiful, you are, though your thoughts are dark, and bitter. A macabre carnival of emotion battles in you. The heart you wear belies the fury of the one that beats. Your face tells. Tells of suffering, loneliness, too much despair in one so young. One still hoping. Yet not daring to hope. Hope! The red balloon you cling to. Hope! Straining skyward. 'Beautiful, YOU are' by Magic Love Crow Look outside the gates. Outside your grim carnival and watch the crows at sunset fly in
I really love this one. It sounds like a circle of life warning. I can't say that I don't understand the rose. I suspect that they would choose to bloom, even if they knew exactly what frostiness the future would bring.
ReplyDeleteAlso, your poem brought to mind a photo and poem I shared on Instagram yesterday (autumn vibes everywhere, it seems): https://www.instagram.com/p/CH3PlEilruG/
Thank you. I do love how you put it there, " fall and spring dancing in circles."
DeletePerhaps if Autumn were a she, not a he .... rose would join the sisterhood and bloom? Cheers.
ReplyDeleteMight be. I see autumn and winter as masculine. Well, winter is "Old Man Winter" and "Jack Frost" comes, so that's for sure!
DeleteSpring is Easter, and that, of course, is Astarte.
Plus, Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem, Spring, ends,
"April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers."
and I picture a flower festooned woman!
Summer? I'm not sure. As a Leo, albeit a poor one (I hate the limelight, I just like to be right), I still see a male lion, but that's probably just due to images in books etc.
Ouch. A short punch of reality. Yet, blooming seems worth it.
ReplyDeleteIt tried, plus it's quite pretty like that.
DeleteHmmm, how thought-provoking. But not to bloom would mean no life at all.
ReplyDeleteVery true.
DeleteA short but a few magnificent moments or the longevity of a prickly pear cactus....Pondering !
ReplyDeleteThat's a lot of ponder! Although cactus have some of the more magnificent flowers there are, so that would confuse things.
DeleteDo what you can when you can. Let the rose bloom to it's hearts content it knows winter is coming.
ReplyDeletePlants and animals other than human do sense the changes. We don't seem to, so should watch them.
DeleteWOW! What lovely words speaking of a profound truth. Sometimes, one needs to accept and just lie low.
ReplyDeleteLoved this. :-)
Thank you so very much.
DeleteI think the rose knows it's job is to bloom gloriously, then drop its petals for a potpouri to be enjoyed until Spring when it's time to bud once more.
ReplyDeleteHa! Great idea!
DeleteAn autumn rose is always a bit of a gamble...
ReplyDeleteIt sure is.
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