ASK THE ROSE

Every  moment is a day 
Every day is a moment 
Life brings joy et al
and its share of downfall 
Life is empty 
without its spontaneity 
As we grow old 
our perspectives evolve 
Autumn’s  rose petals fall 
for spring buds to sprout 
Life doesn’t mean to possess 
life  means to let go

Why ask the rose?

From the bud to the sparkling full bloom 

From the full bloom to the withering rose, the rose tells her story 

Each stage of our life has a story to tell similar to the rose 

Fervor of first kiss

Innocent as a mistake

Blush of a pink rose

Ardor of first crush

Burning fire rising to flame

Whiff of a red rose

A single pink rose

In my lone winter garden

Rich with love fragrance

Wanting to flower

Like the morning rose

Living life anew

A burnt orange rose

Pressed between crumbling pages

Old relationship

Cyclone aftermath

Inundated flower beds

Petals soak in tears

Cyclone is blowing

Roses lamentably fall

Colored waterfalls

Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends and readers!

Anita Bacha.

My Rose Garden

what’s in a name
that which we call a rose
by any other name
would smell as sweet

What’s in a name

That which we call a rose

By any other name

Would smell as sweet

What’s in a name

That which we call a prose

By any other name

Would reach you my rose

Today’s close bud

Tomorrow’s full bloom

Delicate rose

In the green prairie

Tune of solo flutist

Awakens the rose

Against all the odds

She opens her sleek petals

Bruised but still alive

After heavy rains

Petals of cute rose unfolds

Pride of my garden

In the cold winter

A rose frozen under ice

Waits for spring to break

Hi friends and readers

I wish the gorgeous roses that are smiling at you were literally from my garden

They are the beauties floating on the Internet that inspire my pen to water my blank parchment with the ink of my eyes.

I hope you read and enjoyed my first collection of haiku poems

If you haven’t yet please visit the link below

Thank you

Anita Bacha

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