Charmed Chaos
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Blood and Memories
Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented
Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.
Yet razor-sharp thorns still prickles…
And the flow of crimson as it drops, drops, drops
Upon the weathered parchment amid faded notes
Creates a red tainted symphony reborn once more
of ancient blood and painful remembering
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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…a red tainted symphony…. This is wonderfully writ! I’ve never thought of the thorns that could have been left on the stem with my dried and withered roses. I’ve long since thrown out the ones from old dates, even my wedding. The dried and withered blossoms that still grace my shelf are from the funerals of loved ones….something of them still here. 🙂 Thank you for this post.
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Thank you Lillian.
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yes some images will fade others will remain sharp as aging thorns
Nice contrasts in your poem Linda
much love…
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Thank you Gillena.
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the beauty of a faded rose, colour and scent still lingers – beautiful words Linda that paint the ugly so beautifully
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Thank you my friend.
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Your words are magical! Lovely photo for a lovely poem ☺❤
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Thank you so much my friend. 😊❤️
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You’re very welcome my friend ☺❤
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There is a beauty in the faded roses, mementoes of some special occasion. Nice write!
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Thank you Beverly.
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The red tainted symphony. I love this description. but it is so very sad. I still have all the roses my husband grew and gave me and that I used in my wedding bouquet. the thorns hurt but they also bring out life.
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Yes, therein the beauty of the ugliness. Thank you so much Toni.
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I too love that red tainted symphony. Hopefully those happy memories can be sustained.
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Thank you Grace.
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Your poem and photo brought to mind the idea that those drops dripping could be the notes on the parchment that create beautiful music to pass on!
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Thank you Dwight. Yes, that is the hope.
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There certainly is a special kind of beauty in a withered rose, and you’ve captured it wonderfully.
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Thank you Jade, truly.
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Ouch! A thorny topic, handled with care.
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Thank you.
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This feels like love rekindled, maybe lying dormant until that sharp prickle of thorn wakes it up again.
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Thank you Mish.
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Everyone thinks of rose petals and the way they fade but we forget the durability of thorns and the beauty in them. I love how you’ve captured the ‘flow of crimson as it drops, drops, drops’ and turned it into ‘a red tainted symphony’.Lovely, Linda!
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Thank you Kim.
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Nice line: “Yet razor-sharp thorns still prickles” Those thorns stay longer than they may need to.
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Yes, thank you Frank.
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I like this – pain and beauty co-existing.
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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beautiful…the withering rose still containing the beauty of a “red tainted symphony reborn once more of ancient blood and painful remembering” . Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Love how you have set the withered to that of a symphony…
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Thank you Bjorn. I appreciate your words.
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Very vivid!
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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