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rose petals lie soft
atop the cedar chips
casting no aspersions
on my memory of youth
they belie not their
sharp thorned hostess
as those in our lives
with empty laden promises
but they draw us near
as the insects to nectar
to plant seeds of life
as an unplanned gesture
life is never black & white
nor is my spiritual quest
like a rose in its’ guise
a journey of countless steps
© September 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
nice…you wove the spirituality nicely in here…esp. love the part with how they draw us near to plants seeds of life as an unplanned gesture…i wish it were always like this…so naturally..
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Thanks so much Claudia. I appreciate your comments.
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nice last stanza. life is seldom black & white nor the journey a straight line, an easy opening…
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Thank you Brian and yes…having just turned 61, I can’t begin to tell you how many twists and turns life takes. You have so many more to go and I hope you weather them all well.
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I love the close on this, Renee. Nicely done. Puts me in mind of one by Sor Juana.
Happy day …
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Why thank you! I’ve not had anyone say that anything I’ve written reminded them of anyone else’s writing. For me, that would be about right as I simply write what I feel and it never seems to turn out the same way twice. Smiles.
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… and writing is about feeling and we human beings – poets or not – seem to share many feelings. At any rate, it is a fine poem.
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This is nice. Something to think about.
I love your header by the way. I’ve started dancing more myself. My sister inspired me.
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Dancing is good for the soul. I’m glad that she did. Thank you for commenting.
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Wunsche einen schönen Tag und alles liebe so ein schönes Gedicht da muste ich einfach einen gruß hinderlassen.Wünsche noch ein gutes und schönes Wochenende Grüße lieb Gislinde
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I agree, Renee, this is a fine poem and the closing is perfect. I hope all is well with you.
Pamela
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Loved this one Renee, It was as if I felt you scattering Rose Petals as I felt them fall as the blooms die back, Their fragrance within my own garden this Summer has been special, And its as if our Divine Creator gifts them back to the Earth …. A Beautiful poem,
Hope all is well with you, and love your new header and Congratulations on your Birthday … My big six O next year xxxx 🙂
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Wise and beautiful words. So true that life is never white or black and we are on a journey of countless steps Very nice……and belated happy birthday 🙂 I hope you had a really nice day
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Thank you Marja and good to see you here. I hope you had a nice birthday as well. I have not been on lately as I have a new puppy, seven months old, and it is like having a child again. She is doing very well and has lots of patience with me so that is good. 🙂
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