Ring of Roses Haiku (re-post)

Crisp within her vase,

dead red roses on display;

fragile in the light.

 

Lack of sickly scent.

Seeing beauty in decay;

brittleness deflects.

 

Look but do not touch,

your fingers are forbidden;

petals turn to dust.

 

Floral deviance

delighting in senescence;

ring of rosy death.

 

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Martin Elder

Sat 23rd Apr 2016 18:25

Beautiful Laura

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Laura Taylor

Thu 21st Apr 2016 13:01

Ta Ray!

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raypool

Thu 21st Apr 2016 11:31

Fine imagery and worthy in every way. The great thing about senescence is its rarity and virgin quality, and it rhymes with essence, pubescence presence; the list could go on. A Pandora's box.

Fabulous. Ray

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Laura Taylor

Thu 21st Apr 2016 09:29

Cheers chaps!

Ooo yes, senescence is one of my favourite words - the sound, the process, love it. I included it in another poem about how we never really die, how our skin cells enter other people through their mouths and noses :) It was called Rebellious Senescence :D

Look forward to your gothic horror sequence :D

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Lynn Dye

Wed 20th Apr 2016 22:58

Brilliant, Laura, love it!

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Stu Buck

Wed 20th Apr 2016 16:37

great stuff. the word crisp is fantastic isnt it. senescence is a new one on me and thus i am thankful. i'm halfway through a gothic horror haiku sequence. i shall post later as it seems haiku are en vogue.

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Laura Taylor

Wed 20th Apr 2016 15:40

Thank you very much Rob :) Yeh, that's another one of those pesky rules innit, if you're writing a series of them, they have to be able to stand alone, and my Arrested one didn't (although I had a lot of fun writing it ha).

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Robert Mann

Wed 20th Apr 2016 15:15

Laura - This is beautiful. Each stanza stands on its own merits as a complete haiku itself. Wonderful stuff.
Rob

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Laura Taylor

Wed 20th Apr 2016 14:41

One of the first haiku I ever tried my hand at. It was sparked by entering a new friend's house and seeing her vase of dead red roses. I had the exact same thing at home, and never thought anyone else would want to keep dead flowers :D It told me an awful lot about her. I preferred them dead, tbh. Something special about them.

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