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Echoes of the Past


Single simple rose

Single simple rose

Echoes of the Past

Echoes through mists of time and space,
Sometimes tough to see its face,
Complex intricate forms display
In the presence of today.
Life and death are intertwined,
Silk and thorns are all designed
To influence, guide, hold sway
For hence we have evolved this way.

Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 30 July 2013 05:37

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

15 thoughts on “Echoes of the Past

  1. The past always lewaves echoes. Whether we listen is another matter


  2. This is just a wonderful photo with wonderful words… brilliant…


  3. Love it adee, and the photo too!


  4. How perfectly your rose photo illustrates this poem, Denise. plenty of food for thought, too.


    • Thank you very much John. That rose bush is quite stunning and the roses are an absolute delight, especially considering they get almost no attention at all compared to the conventional roses.


  5. to influence, guide…yes, they have a purpose in our life…both the good and bad…the thorns and the silk…smiles.


  6. Pro and con
    ebb and flow
    flush and wan
    yes and no
    though yesterday’s gone
    more things we know.

    Got me thinking again this morning Denise, thanks


  7. Brilliant poem, Denise. It’s all there: the way past echoes, the complexity of what we think of as now, life and death intertwined. “Silk and thorns,” that’s life. 😉


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