Red Rose

 

I found a rose by the front door

in the morning 

Laying there on the porch

Waiting for me to pick it up

The most beautiful red rose

I have ever seen

The colour intense and deep 

I got it up and felt gentle,

velvet petals

So sensual to touch

Smelled the flower’s amazing smell

Just perfect

 

No note…

 

Who can be my generous  

benefactor

Maybe the handsome guy 

living next door

Or some mysterious admirer

A thought of it stroked my ego 

with pleasure

 

But, wait a minute…

 

Maybe someone lost it

Or threw it away like unwanted 

rubbish

Maybe it's just a mistake

I looked at the rose again

Not so beautiful any more

The smell, not amazing 

like before

And the colour a bit pale

 

Suddenly I saw all thorns...

 

Maybe it was my enemy

Dropped the bloom on purpose

Yes, it must have been that 

stupid neighbour lady

She planted the flower here 

and now she laughs sneeringly

I'll throw it away

to show her I don’t care

 

Stupid weed,

in the morning bothering me...

 

 

 

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Anya

Thu 12th Jul 2018 20:38

Hi Hannah,

Thank you so so much, your support means so much to me!!! Thank you! 😘😘😘

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Hannah Collins

Thu 12th Jul 2018 19:29

Brilliant piece, one of your best.
Mysterious, beautiful.
The idea that a silent object can contain so much beauty, mystery and sorrow.
Love this one.

Hannah xx

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Anya

Wed 11th Jul 2018 15:11

Hi Suki,

Thank you so much for your comment!!!

Hope you are ok having a nice day 😃

Take care 😘

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suki spangles

Wed 11th Jul 2018 11:56

Human beings eh Anya? We're often overwhelmed with self-doubt: Is this really for me; do I deserve this? No must be a mistake..

I love the humorous approach to this, and the lightness of it. Perfect approach.

Take care, and thanks for sharing Anya.

Suki

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Anya

Tue 10th Jul 2018 17:25

Thank you so much Martin!!! 😘

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Martin Elder

Tue 10th Jul 2018 15:02

An interesting change of mind with this one Anya. I half expected you to have your protagonist prick her finger on a thorn.
Lovely poem

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Anya

Tue 10th Jul 2018 14:40

Hi there,

Thank you so much for kind comments and liking this poem!
I appreciate that very much!

Anya xxx

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Don Matthews

Mon 9th Jul 2018 06:44

ah Brian - you always live in hope.. You missed out with Tina and now this....

D😎

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The Carbon Quill

Mon 9th Jul 2018 03:20

Great flow. Masterful change!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 8th Jul 2018 19:53

Well done. Very insightful. A dilemma impossible to solve, except by sheer 'choice'. It's not easy to be a 'thinker', always dissecting everything.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 8th Jul 2018 16:26

An entertaining evocation of how that old devil "suspicion"
affects the mind and renders pleasure into painful doubt.
These lines brought back a young fancy of my own which saw me leave a number of anonymous admirer's notes on a door. I never followed through and now I can smile at their
youthful affectations with the added relief of age and hindsight, not knowing (but intrigued still) if I was ever suspected. Human emotion is a strange and capricious
creature!

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Anya

Sun 8th Jul 2018 15:09

Ha, surprise !!! 😏

Thank you B 😘

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Brian Maryon

Sun 8th Jul 2018 13:34

Anya...I was about to claim to be the mysterious admirer until your poem changed tack halfway through. Well done.

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Anya

Sun 8th Jul 2018 10:48

Hi Don,

Thank you for your comment and sorry again, for having trouble with adding it... I won’t “check” things out anymore again with my sticky fingers, I promise 🙄

That is exactly what I aimed for in this poem, to present how our perception can create our own reality. I am glad it resonated with you!

Thx !

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Don Matthews

Sun 8th Jul 2018 09:47

Anya

The way you're mind change tracks through the various changed thought inputs I thought was brilliant. Of course each of the thought inputs could have been correct. To me that was the brilliance of it. You left the reader wondering. Just shows how thoughts can make our own reality - true or false. A long time ago I read a quote which said 'reality begins and ends in the mind'

Don😎

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