One of my rose images, with a poem I wrote, a couple of years ago, and decided to add it to this rose image.
I know the thumb nail looks like red writing, but I replaced it with this version you see in front of you.
Much easier to read.
Enjoy.....
The Rose
The perfect rose, in my garden grows,
It’s perfume sweet, in the air it flows,
A perfect bud slowly unfolds,
Now our story can be told.
Our soils enriched, in the earth below,
We plant our rose, for it to grow,
Just like a child, it struggles to survive,
We water our rose, to keep it alive.
New shoots glisten in the golden sun,
A new bud appears, oh what fun,
We see the buds finally burst in full bloom,
Fresh roses placed in every room.
My perfect rose, richly colored red,
Slowly drifts into my body, as well as my head,
We feel the winds, rain & frost, around us all,
As each petal wilts, and begins to fall.
Our deep thoughts see the problems within,
Thorny branches grow, to protect its skin,
The old wood needs its yearly prune,
Digging deep, we heal the wounds & fine tune,
Finally we see new growth appear,
Flowering once more, throughout the year.
Rays of light disappear, as the sun begins to fall,
My love of roses, forever stands tall.
OMG SHEZ ..
i just skimmed the poem when i picked this for pik your fav pic and wrote my last comment on it a while ago ..
i just came back to have another look at this because it is brilliant .
i read the poem all the way thru this time and just loved it ..
THEN i saw its your own composition .. !!!
YOU ARE SUCH A TALENTED PERSON SHEZ ..
i'm speechless .. !!!!!!!
WOW !!!
A STUNNING IMAGE ... a wonderful creation .. :)
beautiful BEAUTIFUL shez ... :)
i love everything about this image .. i love your rose photograph, the font you've used, the way you've composed it and that excellent black background which gives such drama and impact to this stunning image .. i hadnt seen it before .. its something which i reckon you should print and hang .. :) .. xx
This has been one of the most challenging side challenges I have ever attempted, but also so very rewarding to me, for I did it, and I am pleased with the results.
I had no idea that the rose was so beautiful at the end if its life and for that experience it was worth doing and sharing this 'life of a rose', with you all.
Shez, your roses have been a delight (hey, Rose Delight...that could be a new ice cream!) Who'd have ever thought anyone could get soooo many great pictures from one stinkin' dozen red roses. Well, tell hubby to keep 'em comin', cause you can do it. Thanks for your wonderful comments.
Beautiful, beautiful job on this, Shez! You're so full of talent! I'm not a huge flower fan (as you well know), but I truly have enjoyed what you've done with your theme throughout this past month.
Thank you for all the lovely comments Shez. I have enjoyed your rose series very much. This one is especially beautiful, accompanied by the verse you wrote. Keep on clickin'!
Thanks Judy, Jutilda and I to love this verse also.....
Originally posted by Jutilda:
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
Thanks for all the nice comments, Shez. It was a fun month.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
Thanks for all the nice comments, Shez. It was a fun month.
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