Tuesday, October 16, 2018

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[image courtesy dVerse]

SO NOW
So now; it has come to this.
A waltz of days,
All the feelings, all the passion, all the yearning,
A crumbled toss into inert melody,
With fragrance still longing for
Lingering beauty of years,
Plucked in courtship,
Fossilized in what was,
No more thought to what will be.
So now, it's all the memories, beauty can fathom.
SO NOW © gillena cox 2018


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20 comments:

  1. tonispencerOctober 16, 2018 at 7:41 PM

    No more thought to what will be...the memories in those dead roses speak mountains of pain.

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  2. Gillena CoxOctober 16, 2018 at 7:46 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Toni

    Much❤💛❤love

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  3. GraceOctober 16, 2018 at 8:10 PM

    A fossilized rose....and with it, all the memories of passion spent, only the beholder can fathom its beauty.

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  4. Gillena CoxOctober 16, 2018 at 9:27 PM

    Thanks for dropping by Grace

    Much💛❤💛love

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  5. MishOctober 16, 2018 at 11:48 PM

    As if frozen in time, this rose holds beauty and memories forever despite it's withering petals. I especially love the personification here...."With fragrance still longing for
    Lingering beauty of years"

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 17, 2018 at 7:29 AM

      Thanks for your appreciation Mish

      Much💛❤💛love

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  6. Kim M. RussellOctober 17, 2018 at 3:33 AM

    I love the contrast of the 'waltz of days' and the 'inert melody', Gillena, which turns into the fossilized rose.

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 17, 2018 at 7:30 AM

      Thanks for your appreciation Kim

      Much💛❤💛love

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  7. Frank HubenyOctober 17, 2018 at 9:51 AM

    Nice last line with beauty fathoming those memories.

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 17, 2018 at 11:24 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Frank

      much💛❤💛love

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  8. UnknownOctober 17, 2018 at 10:01 AM

    "all the memories beauty can fathom" - genius!

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 17, 2018 at 11:25 AM

      Happy you dropped by VJ

      much💛❤💛love

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  9. kaykualaOctober 17, 2018 at 11:38 AM

    Plucked in courtship,
    Fossilized in what was,
    No more thought to what will be.
    So now, it's all the memories, beauty can fathom.

    It all started with courtship that gave the strength that continued. Nothing could come in between when love was invoked. Rightly so gillena!

    Hank

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 8, 2018 at 12:08 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Hank

      Much💛❤💛love

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  10. brudbergOctober 17, 2018 at 3:27 PM

    The beauty of a faded rose lies in those memories... just like our aging...

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 8, 2018 at 12:08 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much💛❤💛love

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  11. Dorianna Ric (paintswithwords)October 17, 2018 at 4:09 PM

    oh how the memory of the color, the scent, the beauty now fading in the physical still able to live on in memory. Nice poem.

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 8, 2018 at 12:08 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Dorianna

      Much💛❤💛love

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  12. MillieOctober 17, 2018 at 4:49 PM

    Very nice. I do like the image of the fossilized rose.

    Teresa

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 8, 2018 at 12:09 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Millie

      Much💛❤💛love

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