Ode to a Rose
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love at first sight
a garden delight
colors to warm the heart
thorns to give a start
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inhale their smell
and risk a magic spell
aromas to feed the soul
when life takes its toll
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simple garden graces
from ordinary places
the beauty of god
in plant and sod
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I’ve always loved roses and I don’t even know why. I suspect part of it is that growing up we had a rose garden in our backyard. Later, I learned that roses became my grandfather’s passion in retirement with his roses even winning local competitions! They’re a simple plant at first blush. A wild thorny weed that has been domesticated to cultivate the blossoms for color and smell. They can become a metaphor for life reminding us to plant our roots deeply, reach for the sky, set healthy boundaries, and share our gifts freely.
May beauty feed your soul this week and always.
Beautiful and definitely anyone can fall in love with the beauty at its best
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Thanks Tanvir. Roses are wonderful! Hugs…
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I love roses as well! They do something to my soul. Rose essential oil is known to open the heart chakra. I’m also an aromatherapist and I wrote an article on some amazing things about rose essential oil that kind of explains (to me anyway) why this flower and its beautiful aroma moves our heart and soul the way it does. if you’re interested, here is the link: https://michelesorganics.wordpress.com/2014/04/ 🌹🌺🌸
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Agreed Michele! I really wanted to write a longer post about aromas, flowers, gardens, and things that feed my soul. I’ll explore your link later. To aromas and beauty that feed the soul… ❤
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Your ode and poetry is beautiful, worthy of the rose! 🌺
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Thanks Michele! Your article is wonderful! I’m amazed at how many roses are used to produce the essential oils! I’d probably prefer a room full of roses, although it would be a fleeting pleasure! 🙂
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Hahaha a room full of roses would be awesome!! 💖
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🙂
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You had my attention with the title itself, and the poem, with its gorgeous imagery retained it. The philosophy towards the end will remain as the memory of roses comes to my mind again. Beautiful work!
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How delightful Isha. I’m glad you could share in this ode to roses and beauty. ❤
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What a sweet blessing, Brad! Great photo and the poem is so lovely! I particularly like the reminders in the metaphor for life!
I hope that the new year is a super one for you. Sending lots of love and light ❤
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Thanks my friend. I hope this is a year of positive change for both of us. Hugs and blessings! ❤
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A beautiful poem, Trent, and perfect for a gray winter day. Thanks for the smile. 🙂
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Thanks Diana. I’m glad my poem and photo could bring cheer to your day. 🙂
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I love that rose and your ode to a rose complements it beautifully. You inherited your grandpa’s love for roses!
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Thanks Cynthia. I’m happy to keep his passion for roses growing! 🙂
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I love roses best of all, too, Brad. Kind regards Mitza
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I’m glad we share a love of roses and photography Mitza!
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Beautiful poem and fabulous rose.. I learnt to love roses from my grandfather too.. He had lots of varieties in his garden and as I grew older my husband and I would take him out to specialised garden centres where his new pride became a blue rose..
So enjoyed Brad.. Have a wonderful week 🙂
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Thanks Sue. It’s nice to keep the gardening and passion for roses going in multiple generations. Blue roses sounds pretty fun! 🙂
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I can still recall his delight when they first bloomed.. 🙂
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I bet!
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Beautiful poem Brad and yes roses are wonderful metaphors for life. Although, for the life of me, I’ve never been able to grow them!
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I think they do better in mild and wet climates.
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A glorious poem, Brad.
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Thank you for the share and loving support Robbie. Hugs!
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Perfect post!! Perfect poem…..and as you know I love roses also!!
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Me too Kirt. Welcome to the rose lover’s club. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thanks Drew.
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Oh, this makes me long for a bit of summer. And the smell of a gorgeous rose is delightful. Thanks for sharing.
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Sorry Kay. I didn’t mean to stir up summer longings. I know northern winters can be long and hard. I’m glad you could share in the joy of roses with me. To summer dreams! 🙂
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I love roses too. And I know exactly when I fell in love with them. I was about 4 years old and visited my maternal grandparents when I discovered several tall ‘bushes’ of white, fragrant roses in their yard.
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How wonderful to have that memory and intro to roses! Their smell is intoxicating to me!
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Enchanting poem for a beautiful pink rose that everyone loves and so nice to know about your grandfather too. Great poem.
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Thank you Kamal. My grandfather has a special place in my heart along with roses. ❤
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Yes of course and so nice to have such beautiful people in our lives. Welcome Brad
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Agreed Kamal.
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Yes true Brad
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The magical vibes of a rose mirrors the magic hidden within❤️ much love Barbara x
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Thank you. You are bursting with love and joy today! 🙂
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