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a rose is a rose though bent by the spiteful wind some petals are lost its fragrance has not lessened beauty changes but remains its essence the same yet overlooked, you pass by touching another perfection your objective you forget time's truthfulness beauty is fleeting roses were not meant to last yet this bleeding rose pummeled and bent, almost crushed offers you the sweeter scent Eileen Manassian

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Date: 5/19/2020 9:33:00 AM
Sweet and precious is the love given to another! May your love words continue to re-bud, bloom and reseed our hearts! Miss you Little One!!
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Date: 5/17/2020 5:04:00 AM
Beautiful ...
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Date: 5/14/2020 12:59:00 PM
Hello Eileen manassian, roses are beautiful in any color. I like the scent. Haave a nice day my friend.
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Date: 5/7/2020 9:25:00 AM
Thank you for this beauty and congrats. loved the metaphor..
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Date: 4/30/2020 1:58:00 AM
Oh dear... The truth of life is so reflective and expressive here. We always search for the perfection, we have created in our minds, instead of enjoying the beauty just arms length away. These things must fade eventually, but then human frailty also adds to this beauty, making life dynamic and complete. The rose will always be beautiful. Great work my dear friend. I have missed u.
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Date: 4/24/2020 11:34:00 PM
‘The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.’ Shakespeare sonnet 54. You have written poignantly of the rose and how it represents beauty, dear Eileen. Beauty that some may see externally, AND beauty that lies deeper for those with eyes to see. Yet I deem you are not writing necessarily of flowers but of the inner beauty of people that is more difficult to perceive. May we have eyes to see that beauty. Blessings, friend.
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Date: 4/24/2020 4:53:00 AM
Lovely poem. A rose will bloom and then will fade the truer we have been with ourselves the more lovely the aromatic bouquet as we grow older.
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Date: 4/18/2020 8:23:00 AM
Hi Eileen, yes, it is sad that the rose must wither and die, yet the human rose is eternal, it sings from within and cannot be stilled. The beauty of the human rose always lies within. I love the content of this write. The rose shall ever give me inspiration. Every rose has its beauty and its song is heard by someone. This is a definite Fav Eileen. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs....Mike. XX
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Date: 4/17/2020 5:38:00 PM
I love the way this poem flows. I am not familiar with the Sedoka form of poetry. So far, I am limited to Haiku and free verse. This is an inspiration to try this form. I do love the message laced with lovely imagery. JC Hawkens
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Date: 4/17/2020 9:00:00 AM
This metaphorical rose, like any other rose, is often enjoyed and praised while it freshly blooms...something which age cruelly takes away, but the beauty inside cannot be so easily erased. ~ Hope you are keeping well. Hugs // paul
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Date: 4/16/2020 7:40:00 PM
Rose scent is so enamouring yet it has to go. The sweet memory of it makes you look for it again. Well penned. These days the roses donot have scents, only looks. The Indian rose, small in size, still has that aroma and a sweet aromatic mouth freshner is made out of its dried leaves called 'gulkand' in Hindi and is relished after meals along with betel leaves & other ingredients in India.
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Date: 4/16/2020 6:30:00 PM
ahhh, that last line , so powerful, Eileen. You sure know how to write a lovely poem.
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Date: 4/20/2020 6:31:00 AM
Thanks, sweet Andrea...This was not some fictitious write, but a soul cry of mine. Hugs
Date: 4/15/2020 9:53:00 AM
This one causes one to sigh. Hugs Rick.
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Date: 4/20/2020 6:30:00 AM
Yes...it caused the author to sigh as well, but...unfortunately, it's a reality. Mental illness...does seem to detract from a person's value in many people's eyes. Thanks for the visit.
Date: 4/15/2020 8:26:00 AM
A rose remain one of the beauties of nature.. That scent as well. Absolutely loved this gem
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Date: 4/15/2020 8:46:00 AM
Thanks, dear. So good to have you visit. LOVE your poem. Hope others give it a read. Blessings...
Date: 4/14/2020 7:27:00 PM
A rose gifts beauty , aroma, inspiration, color, imagination, romance , love and aspirations to those that have the heart and soul to see, feel, touch, embrace , appreciate and love. Even one crushed still gifts images of its beauty and truth. Your poem inspires me my friend. A fav God bless...
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/15/2020 7:52:00 AM
Thank you for your visit, Robert. You are always gracious and kind with your comments. I'm glad you liked this piece. Blessings...
Date: 4/14/2020 2:54:00 PM
May the beauty of a rose is fleeting but its aroma as the aroma of your soul is everlasting my dearest friend, Eileen! Blessings and hugs xxx Great poem!
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Date: 4/15/2020 7:53:00 AM
Thank you, dear esteemed philosopher. This poem is really about mental illness. We shirk away from people who struggle with issues like depression or anxiety; however, these "roses" are also as beautiful as any other. Blessings
Date: 4/14/2020 1:05:00 PM
I Found You Among the Roses as beautiful as before... Yours is a lasting one...
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/15/2020 7:55:00 AM
Thank you very much for your gracious comment. I find that people are not always able to see the inner beauty of someone's soul.
Date: 4/14/2020 12:28:00 PM
Ah! A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. As a flame on the verge of extinction, the rose never smells so sweet as when is wilting. Lovely penned, Eileen. ~ Gershon
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/15/2020 7:55:00 AM
Thank you for understanding the essence of this piece and for your visit, Gershon. God bless.
Date: 4/14/2020 12:13:00 PM
Hi Eileen, What a beautiful poem. Full of wisdom. Look after yourself, Frances
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/15/2020 7:56:00 AM
Thank you, Frances. Hope all is well with you and yours. Blessings...
Date: 4/14/2020 11:25:00 AM
No matter what happens it still offers the sweeter scent. Beautiful verse my friend. I hope you and yours are health and had a wonderful Easter, that is if you do celebrate Easter there. ( Chasing Easter Eggs :)
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/15/2020 7:57:00 AM
Yes, dear...we do celebrate Easter. We will celebrate this coming weekend. Thank you for your visit. Blessings.