by Steve Tanham
Like a flower the truth is swiftly hurt
Perfection is the gentlest thing
Touched only by inside seeing
Fingers’ secret is caress
Engaging deeper self
A sacrifice to one alone
Blissed hand holds essence of rose
Its fading leaving room for another
Its silence an invitation to a third
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©Stephen Tanham
Beautiful, Steve. So much emotion in your words…
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Thank you, Ladies. Yes, a lot of emotion in that one! xx
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How beautiful Steve………….. both the poem and the rose.
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Thank you, Pensitivity. A new rose bed in the garden
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Fantastic colour.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you, Sue x
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Thought provoking as always, Steve.
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Hopefully the solving is worth the journey 😎
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Loved this. I love roses, and loved the poem as having so much to say in so few words.
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Thank you, Anne. We have a few rose beds in our garden. Some of my father’s ashes are beneath the main one…
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That is a wonderful way to remember someone in your family that you loved, and sometimes it is magical what happens. Years ago a little rescue dog I had for years died, and I likewise put her ashes beneath one of those rose bushes I had gotten from the 99 cent store (yes, for 99 cents and truly “BARE” root. Anyway, it was growing, but after the ashes, one day it put out the most incredible rose I have ever seen. It absolutely glowed literally and it was huge and lasted for more than a week. I knew then that my dog was saying thank you for having been rescued and having a good life and knowing she was so loved. Anne
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Isn’t that so beautiful. It brought a tear… lovely x
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