Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Red Rose, Crimson Beauty
A rose is a beautiful thing. Do you ever stop to look at a rose, I mean really stop to really examine it? One in which there are no thorns? Well, one fine day in August 2004, I took a picture of a rose with me in my book gear with me. I was going to the public library to possibly write something for the day. It was a day that I was going through some poetic challenges. Car went on me, no pennies to wrap, school was taxing, all I had to eat was oodles of noodles and fifty cent tea in a bottle. It seemed like all hope was lost. As tears streamed down my face, I did not see how this month could just go on and let me survive in it. There seemed to be no escape. Everything was gone, and I felt like I had no survivors. What ever happened to the blood that was thicker than water? School was to start in less than a month and I was still working on last semester's class in which I had to make up. So as you can see, I really had a time there sitting in that library not wanting anyone to see what was happening to me. Well, I thought about what I did have in life, the blessings one hundred fold, how I survived some many atrocities and that I can make it through this obstacle that did not seem to go away. Tears were wiped away, I typed two poems and away I went. That rose literally saved my life. The four petals of peace, passion, purpose and power. There is nothing like that rose to me. The rose is a beautiful thing. I read about crimson and that is how I came up with the title for my poetry book. I am going to be working on that as best as I can. It is going to be reviewed shortly. I am going to be using the rose as a symbol of special quality, uniqueness, and cherished. When I see a rose today, I truly appreciate it, for I will always realize the true impact that it had on my life. What does the rose mean to you? Do you find it strikingly beautiful? Diamond 3/22/06
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4 comments:
A rose, that's a great concept. I think of love, peace and serenity. Being close to my purpose as a creative being brings out my inner rose. Thanks for the peek into your "rosy" soul. Again, you are awesome my sistah! ~ Mocha
Yes, a rose stands alone but is beautiful. I can talk all night about a rose. Yeah, my soul is rosy. My cheeks are rosy too. Being close to your purpose as a creative being brings out your inner rose, go ahead girl! Queen Mocha rises to the top, strolling down the aisle with a dozen roses!
Roses are a thing of beauty indeed, even those with thorns. You can't have one without the other & though they try me, I give thanks for those thorns for they also refine me. I'm hoping that life is coming up roses for you.
I never thought of that Jackie. I thought all roses had throrns removed. Oh, goodess. The thorns do try us and it is good to to be tested and refined so we can be pure like granulated sugar. I guess we should welcome thorns.
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