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The Wilted Rose

The wilted Rose A man gave me a bouquet of flowers A hundred years ago The roses preserved Inside the photo books of time I am wilted Wrinkled with folds Where I once was sassy and somewhat bold Now I am just stories told I sit in the garden, me and the flowers All of us waiting, the seasons to come to an end I have lost my beauty Shadows and angels and the shivering cold My god how the hell did I grow so old I am not old, but listening to my grand ma ma I imagined her thinking these thoughts! She will always be beautiful in my heart!

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/27/2015 9:06:00 AM

You are sweet, thanks Aurore.

Aurore Severo
Date: 12/31/2015 12:06:00 AM

***blushes*** I just did a new poem. xoxoxo

Emile Pinet

Date: 12/3/2015 12:09:00 PM

This is well written and pleasurable poem to read. The story line flows smoothly and sets the pace for this poem. The theme is maintained throughout the poem and the imagery is good. The reader can relate to the message sent. Emile.

Aurore Severo
Date: 12/27/2015 1:30:00 AM

Emile, very kind words from a romantic poet, xoxoxoxo

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/2/2015 7:42:00 AM

I agree, the beauty you speak of never fades. My wife is endowed with such a beauty.

Aurore Severo
Date: 12/27/2015 1:29:00 AM

You are a lucky man and I think she a luck woman xoxoxoxo

Skat A

Date: 11/20/2015 1:55:00 AM

deep and intense. Beauty is found in the heart. Love the poem. SKAT

James Fraser

Date: 9/30/2015 2:13:00 PM

By the Grace of God we all grow old, and I bet your Grandma could tell some stories of her life. I love poems about or with Roses in them, and this is no exception, loved it :) James

Aurore Severo
Date: 10/1/2015 7:19:00 AM

thank you James xoxo

Neva Romaine

Date: 9/17/2015 9:39:00 AM

Hey Aurore, stopped by for a visit. This is a well thought out tribute to a beautiful flower. I believe as long as your grand ma has a granddaughter like you - she will always have thoughts of how lovely she is to you. Excellent writing and expression. Be Blessed, Neva

Aurore Severo
Date: 9/27/2015 11:09:00 PM

I am so happy, that is my wish for her to feel this, xoxoxoxo

Eric Boddie

Date: 9/15/2015 11:31:00 AM

please don't look at it like that....the choices we make are really so exact....so many of us do only exactly what we choose....remember that all you have is ONLY yours to lose....;)

Aurore Severo
Date: 9/27/2015 11:08:00 PM

This was not about choices, this was about the process of aging

Eve Roper

Date: 9/5/2015 11:58:00 PM

Aurore, I love your wonderful write. Your grandmother is probably thinking like that, I say the same thing to myself all the time.

Casarah Nance

Date: 9/4/2015 4:32:00 PM

Aww..I really like that line-Now I am just stories told...age really adds to the beauty of life and the history of it, Every wrinkle a miracle that time blessed the body with more days. Nicely done Aurore ;)

Aurore Severo
Date: 9/5/2015 10:25:00 PM

yes I think is the best line I ever did. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox