A Thorn In Joy

Friends and paramours come and go

foes and nemeses stay with you for life

Misery and Joy sit - identical- in a row

ready to take turns; as do Agape and Strife.

 

And I have lost paramours and friends

And my life's run by nemeses and foes

And Joy and Misery always hold hands

And the thorn grows on the stem of the rose.

◄ Girl's Letter To The Beatle

Bleak Era ►

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Mae Foreman

Thu 25th Apr 2019 17:02

Thank you Shifa🎈

Shifa Maqba

Thu 25th Apr 2019 16:51

Brilliant work!

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Mae Foreman

Wed 17th Apr 2019 20:22

Thank you Jon!🎈
Mae

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 17th Apr 2019 19:51

Wonderful

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Mae Foreman

Wed 17th Apr 2019 18:14

Thank you for reading Jennifer! I agree. But I still believe it's worth it.🎈
Mae

jennifer Malden

Wed 17th Apr 2019 18:07

Liked this - agree with Jason about the metaphor of the rose. One could say we often pay a price for love, which could be the thorn side of joy.
Jennifer

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Mae Foreman

Wed 17th Apr 2019 17:58

You're probably right, it's both. Though the dreamer that I am I'd like to think of it more as an expensive a seed to buy, hard to plant, once in a blue moon prickly a bud to blossom but priceless when it does! Or maybe it's something as random, rare and ordinary, but tasty and worth it all if handled properly, as an artichoke! Exactly like us! 😀
Thank you Jason🎈
Mae

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 17th Apr 2019 17:54

Lovely metaphor Mae, the thorn does grow on the stem of a rose. I wonder if that makes it a pretty thorn bush, or a dangerous rose bush?
Probably both, just like us😀.

J. x

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