Dying

A delicate rose thrives amid the thorns, Awakening my senses… Filling me with egregious ideas, Frightening feelings arise… Obtuse memories console me, Consecrate my fears… Remind me of the dark nights, Black delirium filled me… Teaching me to mediate, Resolving the dread of tomorrow… The indigent worries that prosper, Surviving the rose’s blossoming… And dying.

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John Hamilton

Date: 9/12/2019 10:32:00 AM

Thanks Regina for your entry, a concise and thoughtful write. Just a hint...you will see the top winners have really used the 8 words and amplified them with a more extensive write. Concise writing is very thoughtful but doesn't touch the emotions as much, but I did enjoy your write, congrats on placing in my contest!

Regina Mcintosh
Date: 9/12/2019 4:47:00 PM

Thank you for the insight and placement. I enjoy the contests even when I'm not quite right in what I write :) Thanks so much and God bless you always.

Lin Lane

Date: 9/12/2019 4:55:00 AM

You've expressed emotions quite nicely, Regina.

Regina Mcintosh
Date: 9/12/2019 4:47:00 PM

Thank you so much. Blessings

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/12/2019 1:02:00 AM

Congrats on your placement in the contest!;)

Regina Mcintosh
Date: 9/12/2019 4:46:00 PM

Thank you so much. Blessings