Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Outside my window


Picture by Grace @ EverydayAmazing 


The roses are abounding
    like tiara of rubies & silk
        umbrellas unfolding in the rain 

Do you see each petal glistening
    ruffled red, lavish as the sunset     
        leaning in to inhale the last days of spring

Each neck arching to the clear sky  
    slender & long as crowned cranes-
        bones tender under the prickled flesh 

Do you hear the energy & pulse beating   
     of the seeds in its bosom or curling of roots  
         in the soil, sturdy even in harsh winter season

Are its memories intact when cut & wrapped
    into a bouquet or pressed dry between the pages-             
       Or does it make new ones, birthing & rising anew-                  

I marvel at the mystery- 
    And I am content with not knowing more
       As I gaze at their beauty framing my window      



Posted for OpenLinkNight at D'verse Poets Pub ~ Thanks for the visit ~

51 comments:

  1. All of that from gazing upon them. You weren't content at all, making this up at your hall haha now you are content though, she how that works?

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  2. your roses are beautiful grace...so is your verse...smiles...
    love the tenderness and energy....esp. here...Do you hear the energy & pulse beating
    of the seeds in its bosom or curling of roots
    in the soil... what a cool image to see the beauty and think about the curling roots in the soil..i like this much

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    1. They are wild roses and not much is needed to maintain them ~

      Thank you Claudia ~

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  3. bella... love the line "like tiaras of ruby and silk". : )
    ~ M

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  4. ...i'd rather be innocent & not go deep to the mystery too. Grace... sometimes that's the best way we appreciate beauty around us... this is a wonderful celebration of words... loved it... smiles...

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  5. Sometimes its best not to know some things.>KB

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  6. Wow, so infinite and timeless, yet so present. What a beautiful piece, Grace!

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    1. Thank you ~ The roses are an inspiration ~

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  7. It's good to be content with the beauty before us without needing to know more. Love your poem Grace.

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  8. smiles...i like the thought that it makes new ones...ones perhaps of the heart that was touched when they were received....so much in a rose, and so many have written of them...but you make it fresh...i like...and i owe you a pic of my roses now...smiles...

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    1. A challenge to write something new, I know Brian ~

      You must show us your roses, smiles ~

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  9. Beautiful words for a beautiful pic.

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  10. Some in tact, some new, some, like pinned butterflies, stopped. But they live here in ruby tiaras and silk umbrellas, ruffles, necks, bones--and a window to look in to another scene! I wonder if the roses have some questions for the narrator here? (I'm not sure you need the last verse ... )

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  11. I am missing the roses gene, but I bring them home nonetheless. Nice verse, I just don't get the imagery... no reflection on your work... I'm rose-impaired.

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  12. Roses: tender, strong, resilient, fierce, stately - all of these things and more here in your poem.

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  13. "leaning in to inhale the last days of spring" what a powerfully beautiful line Grace. Happy Tuesday to you :-)

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  14. Love this Grace, especially the last stanza.. wondering about the mysteries are all fine... but mysteries are better left untouched.

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  15. Beautiful lines--I think marveling is a form of knowledge. Very well written, lavish as the sunset.

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  16. An interesting question, if they have new memories after being cut or placed between pages? I really like this poem, food for thought...

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  17. Grace, your words accompany those beautiful flowers perfectly. A lovely gentle write.

    Pamela

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  18. Lovely lovely words, especially
    "Do you hear the energy & pulse beating
    of the seeds in its bosom or curling of roots
    in the soil"
    I shall now listen!
    Anna :o]

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  19. A lovely poem to read as spring leaves and summer arrives this week. My red rose bush is in full bloom but, this weather has been hard on it.

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  20. Beautiful words and pic. My dad loved red roses :)

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  21. A beautiful view! I enjoyed the questioning nature of this...lovely.

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  22. " like tiara of rubies & silk " Excellent description!

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  23. A beautiful enviornment is essential for inspiration and peace

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  24. Very lovely, and inspiring. I do believe there is so much more to have when you have a bit of mystery in your life!

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  25. I too would rather gaze and savor the beauty. Otherwise lots of questions need be asked with no likely answers! Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  26. Lovely Grace, especially like your close.

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  27. You gave the roses such personification, Grace. Beautiful. As always, thank you. Have a wonderful week!!

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  28. It's often beautiful to be content with a mystery.

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  29. Lovely image, lovely words, in tending our garden, we become the garden! Enjoyed this

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  30. so am I ... content. thanks for sharing your beautiful rose bush

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  31. Thanks for the poet's-eye view of your roses, Grace. I love how you look beneath the surface, but not so close as to destroy all the mystery and wonder of a flowering rose.

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  32. I like the vision, both of flowers, and of the idea they truly have a life apart.

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  33. A beautiful ode to beautiful red roses - roses are my favorite. I really enjoyed the stanzas 4 and 5. Gosh what a sight to make one want to get out of the bed.

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  34. and I marvel how well you paint with words....!!!

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  35. A beautiful sight outside your window; a beautiful poem!

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  36. Wonderful to think of the longer and interior life of the flowers - very pretty content and poem. k.

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  37. Your poem is a lovely tribute to your flowers. What a sight to behold. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  38. there's not a better frame for a window than a rosy one....

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  39. Words and photograph just beautiful like rose

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  40. How lovely you have roses in your garden to gaze upon from your window. Beautiful poem and photo :)

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