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YELLOW COLOURED BLUES

YELLOW COLOURED BLUES

the rose is blood red 
which is fitting
nourished in earth 
where small hearts
are still dripping

a sparrow a robin 
a mouse 
and two voles
placed there in love
in bleak cold tiny holes

though the rose is not cruel
a rose is just rose
but it hangs it's head heavy
for the rose too
it knows

that flowers will fall
that all green
turns to brown
and I marvel at beauty 
through the tears of a frown

and i ask of the rose
to tell me what gain
when beauty is suffering
just a mask
for the pain

but the rose cannot answer
just a rose through and through
so forever my yellows

are stained 
with dark blue ~

Marion Price(2020)

 

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Gwendoline

A beautiful flowing read that weighs heavy with sadness ❤️ A gorgeous piece of poetry 

Gwen?

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Marion

Thankyou so much Gwen?

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Being Me

This one deserves pinning!  On the surface a poem about a rose being a rose but peel it back and it is a very deep poem. Brilliantly written x

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Marion

Ah...thankyou BM, I so appreciate your continued support...hugs ?

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Marion

Thankyou Greg, hugs ?

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Jill Tait

Awww love your rose too :) ❤️❤️

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Pratibha Savani

Wow super duper write Marion. I love Roses too and such a delicate meaningful write x

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Marion

Oh thankyou lovely friend, I'm honoured you liked it ..hugs ?

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