such a sweet melody to this poem. very beautiful imagery, great use of alliteration. i like it :) also interesting to see how it reads backwards, very nice. reminds me of something silly i wrote once (a form of poetry that someone i knew made up):
Baiser Immortel / Immortal Kiss
His rose lips wet, his heartbeat still Absent regret, leans in to kill A suck so tame, her skin so sweet Love bite does claim, her life complete As ivory seeks deeper lust He hungrily devours thus And penetrates, down to the soul Reveals the fate, by moon-light stole By moon-light stole, revealing fate Down to her soul, he penetrates Devouring, so hungrily Seeks deeper lust, with ivory Her life complete, love bite does claim Her skin so sweet, a suck so tame Leans in to kill, absent regret His heartbeat still, his rose lips wet
Pleasure/pain principle...?
ReplyDeleteRose has a right to act like a human sometime..isn't it? Your imagination and creativity is profound.. excellent..
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteThere must be many wonders in this world that protect their beauty against intruders. I can accept that.
Deep words, and a good question.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of rose thorns being masks is refreshing and creative! Lovely thoughts!
ReplyDeletelovely work.
ReplyDeleteIt makes you think...and do a lot of human comparisons. Thanks for the lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have me wondering why, too. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteA soft and delicate poem. The visual image and metaphor of the rose and thorns is excellent.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteso much easier to share pleasure than pain? n'est-ce pas ma chere?
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully gentle, yet vivid, poem. The scent of roses wafted across my imagination while reading it.
ReplyDeleteis it rose season in Dehli? I like the images--the feel and smell
ReplyDeleteNow do it in reverse Quatami.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why
behind the mast of thorns
the rose hides its pain
we sing paeans to it
fires our love
its wholeness
touches our soul
the subtle scent
into our being
tender gentleness
the delicate petal
velvety soft.
It read beautifully either way. Thank you.
b
Beautiful tale of what it feels like to be wearing a mask. The mask doesn't change things but it gives us a place to hide from the rest. :)
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A lovely poem about wonder and beauty, protection and pain.
ReplyDeletebalance in everything. point and counterpoint. beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, and I like that B pointed out it can be read in both directions. Doubly cool!
ReplyDeletea mask....a way to protect......
ReplyDeletehm people do that dont they, hide their pain behind thorns.
ReplyDeletelove the poem
The rose is a bit of a paradox, isn't it?
ReplyDeletebeautiful words that caught me in a twist. always wondered why those thorns were there.
ReplyDeletelovely words
ReplyDeletemany have wondered at the rose behind the thorns
perhaps so that we approach with presence and appreciation.
This was lovely...something so beautiful and masked as well- perfet
ReplyDeletesuch a sweet melody to this poem. very beautiful imagery, great use of alliteration. i like it :) also interesting to see how it reads backwards, very nice. reminds me of something silly i wrote once (a form of poetry that someone i knew made up):
ReplyDeleteBaiser Immortel / Immortal Kiss
His rose lips wet, his heartbeat still
Absent regret, leans in to kill
A suck so tame, her skin so sweet
Love bite does claim, her life complete
As ivory seeks deeper lust
He hungrily devours thus
And penetrates, down to the soul
Reveals the fate, by moon-light stole
By moon-light stole, revealing fate
Down to her soul, he penetrates
Devouring, so hungrily
Seeks deeper lust, with ivory
Her life complete, love bite does claim
Her skin so sweet, a suck so tame
Leans in to kill, absent regret
His heartbeat still, his rose lips wet
beautiful one Gautami....:)
ReplyDeletei like how u did the prompt..., it's just simply amazing!
and some of your followers just made some more wonders, isn't it?
thanks for supporting my prompt!
Amity
Life is very sad and fleeting. Love comes and goes before you realize it was the one true love
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Melanie
Very true. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletetruly a paradox. such beauty wearing a crown of thorns
ReplyDeleteHi Tami, very nice!
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