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Color bleeding from wilting roses
meeting their early demise
in the blistering bold sun
fading to black and fragile white
scattering their remains in flowery beds
like discarded robes of impassioned lovers
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Weekly Prompts: Photo Challenge Black
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page
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Gorgeous finale for this beautiful piece..
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Thank you Drew!
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gorgeous imagery and I like the ‘blistering bold sun’ – that order of adjectives works better than the more predictable vice versa
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Thank you Laura!
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Short and sweet. Lovely!
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Thank you Toni!
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That last line… the wilting may be sad, but oh what splendor is hinted at when they were at their peak.
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Yes, thank you Rommy!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck! xoxoxo
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I love them scattering their petals like the robes of impassioned lovers.
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Thank you Sherry.
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zinger of a last line!
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Thank you!
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In the end roses are just like ourselves, wilting discarding our robes for shrouds.
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Yes. Thank you Bjorn.
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This is lovely … just this morning I discovered my climbing roses had discarded many of their petals overnight. I also discovered new buds ….
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That’s wonderful! Thank you for stopping by.
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What a brilliant description of fading roses.
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Thank you Susie!
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