Faded Beauty
Your skirts are faded
Tattered and torn
Spotted with age
And all forlorn
.
Withered and tired
You hang your head
Maybe you’re thinking
Better off dead
.
My dear don’t you know
Can you not see
How lovely you are
Far more so than we
.
I found this old rose on my floribunda rose bush the other day. There are still new rose buds appearing, but it was this withered rose that caught my eye.
What a beautiful poem. In words, rhyme and sound. 😀
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I totally understand. Thank you for replying; I’m looking forward to more tales… er, tails… with Little Monkey 🤗
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haha Thank you 😀
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Hi there! I’ve nominated you to participate in the Three Quotes, Three Days challenge. Basically, you post three quotes, one a day, and nominate three other bloggers to share in the fun. That’s it. I hope you do take part but it’s totally ok if you don’t.
PS – The rose will never be better off dead, but gracefully retired. Anyway, the joy of the blooms is forever.
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Thank you for the nomination. 🙂
My blog is awards free – I just found it easier when I started out – so I don’t do challenges or anything, but it’s always nice to be thought of. 🙂
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such good words
thank you.
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Aw Thank you so much 🙂
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that’s beauty in decay and a nice poem, kind regards Mitza
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Thank you very much . 🙂
Happy Wednesday 🙂
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Sweet poetry! 🙂
That rose and i are one, gray hair and all!
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Thank you 🙂
That’s fine Tom, but I’m not sure about the skirt? 😀
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Lovely 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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I like the skirt comparison – probably because now I think I would like a skirt that looks like this.
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Nice – but maybe without the mould spots? 😀
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Well, if it’s haute couture, you never know. 😉
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hahaha True! 😀
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My dark mind interpreted this as much darker than it is lol
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Oh dear! Well I meant to make people think, but not darkly. 🙂
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It’s fine hahah it’s just how my mind works
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That’s OK then 🙂
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What a lovely poem to describe such beauty. We do not lose our beauty with age it simply changes form.
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Thank you very much – and you say it very well! 🙂
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This is a beautiful poem and a reminder of my dried roses I usually hang cut roses I receive in a bouquet upside down. It dries up and becomes dried flowers that I keep for months!
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Thank you 🙂 And that’s a good idea for displaying them.
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😊
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There is something about that faded beauty…
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Thank you 🙂
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Beauty really is in the eyes of the beholder. There are many photographers (National Geographic e.g.) who often produce close ups of elderly people … and with beautiful results, including the wrinkles and thinning grey hair! 🙂
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I much prefer natural, even if old, to plastic youth!
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Totally agree. 🙂
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🙂
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This is lovely.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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