Regina Mcintosh Poet Free verse

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The Rose's Muse

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart and made it a hundred times more beautiful. ~ Rumi




A sense of apprehension stills my hand
As I reach out to pluck the lovely rose
Weakening my hunger for its splendor
Resting upon some spot in my home
Where I can delight in it whenever I want

Mysterious melancholy weaves through me
Stilling my yearning and forcing me to see
The beckoning of a new pod surfacing there
Where a faded rose shares its depressed petals
Caressing the heavenly masterpiece of vision

Miracles collide with grace and create serenity
From the master’s hand, sweetest sensations 
Of inspiration dancing across the heart and soul
Arousing joys that cure all doubt when I chance 
The burst of gladness felt as I finally notice the rose

Music softens my calloused feelings with reminders
Of the many times I’ve felt His hand upon my spirit
Harvesting the gentleness, inspiration and kindness
That lives there, producing sensations of pleasure
Alive where I’ve fed and watered the precious beliefs

Whispers of silence breath through my lively intimacies
Embracing me with sensitivity and sighs of encouragement
Revealing in me the need to heal from my past pains
The grief that hopes to cut through my current painting
Of exhilaration with its knife of disillusionment and disdain

The rose finally rests there on the stem instead of my table
Revealing the wisdom of knowing that it will forever be alive
In the thoughts where it displays itself with grace and hope
Reminding me of the dewdrops, the tender petals, the gentle
Experience of not grasping its beauty while it was most ecstatic

Although I often grasped the thorns in my everyday living
This once I refused to give my desires their utmost attention
And decided to leave the beauty where it could last longest
Allowing life to go on where it was bound to encourage someone
With its rich and vivid caress upon the soul who knows its muse

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Caren Krutsinger October 15, 2020 at 3:23 AM His hand is often “on my spirit”- I feel this poem’s beauty has been shared in heaven.

Vijay Pandit October 14, 2020 at 7:37 AM A stunning write, Gina. Your poem shines in essence of life--it is quite enlightening to read these verses, my friend. You spoke to that rose... and indeed made it beautiful. Brilliantly done! Into my FAVES.

Silent One October 14, 2020 at 5:26 AM Wow this is brilliant... So many great lines and I love the ending... I see a vulnerability in your poem and you finding strength through faith and your poetry... Rumi is my favourite poet... In fact the only one I read.. Silent One October 14, 2020 at 6:25 AM Rumi is a spiritual guide to many, and I would say influenced my early poetry, which is not on this site... Regina Mcintosh October 14, 2020 at 6:07 AM I'll definitely read Rumi then... I love your poetry. Has he been a mentor for you? I've been told I write like Plath (years ago), but I can't see any resemblance at ALL... And I sure hope I don't come to the end she did! With God's help, that shouldn't happen though. Thank you for your kind words. You're such a inspiration and blessing to me :)