Single simple rose
Echoes of the Past
Yesterday…
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
I have just read the most wonderful post here: http://poemsandponderings.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/long-before-now/ I know most of you will enjoy it too!
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30/07/2013 at 6:26 am
The past always lewaves echoes. Whether we listen is another matter
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02/08/2013 at 7:30 am
I think we only listen when it suits us, Sidey.
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02/08/2013 at 7:59 am
true, we are selective
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30/07/2013 at 7:50 am
This is just a wonderful photo with wonderful words… brilliant…
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02/08/2013 at 7:32 am
Thanks, Bulldog. I wrote the words and remembered this lovely fragile rose in the garden which I also thought would be a good match.
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30/07/2013 at 9:00 am
Love it adee, and the photo too!
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02/08/2013 at 7:33 am
Thanks so much, Hope.
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30/07/2013 at 10:50 am
How perfectly your rose photo illustrates this poem, Denise. plenty of food for thought, too.
John
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02/08/2013 at 7:35 am
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.
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30/07/2013 at 1:52 pm
to influence, guide…yes, they have a purpose in our life…both the good and bad…the thorns and the silk…smiles.
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02/08/2013 at 7:37 am
Life is full of contrasts I think, Brian. All there to mold us…
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30/07/2013 at 3:53 pm
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
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02/08/2013 at 7:37 am
Thanks so much, Jake. 🙂
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30/07/2013 at 5:46 pm
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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02/08/2013 at 7:38 am
Ha, Ruth, thanks! I could sometimes do with more silk and fewer thorns…
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