The Heart of God

 

dverse quadrille #12 Posted by Let’s see the world in rose-tinted glasses or bring forth the thorns…

 

A blush of rose
arose in the east
where Eden bides
her time in roseate
assumptions of perfection
where angels guard
the entrance with barbed
staffs of ancient rosewood.
The sweet fragrance
lingers delicately
symbolically
these long ages
almost imperceptible
within this fetid world.

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27 responses to “The Heart of God

  1. Oh, that use of the word “fetid” in the last line…perfect! It makes the unattainable Garden of Eden that much more desirable.

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  2. The sweet fragrance while it lingers delicately and is almost imperceptible in this fetid world – it’s still there – if only we wake up and smell the roses! Truly lovely!

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  3. I’d say you rose to the occasion here, Debi! A sweet bit of poetic pondering, my friend!

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  4. imperceptible within this fetid world… a lovely write!

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  5. A wonderful meditation on paradise lost… and our version of paradise being lost.

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  6. I think we need that rosy sheen to survive sometimes… fetid indeed.

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  7. Excellent poem about paradise lost. Indeed, this fetid world (excellent use of that word here) does make our journey to heaven that much more beautiful. Lovely scents come from there time to time, I think.

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  8. beautiful tight verse and metaphors ‘ – ” roseate
    assumptions of perfection” – lovely!

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  9. I like “roseate
    assumptions of perfection” especially.

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  10. Wonderful way to develop the prompt–how rejection of the divine can foul the greatest beauty.

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  11. I like that even in the fetid world, the delicate scent of the rose still lingers as if in invitation for those who can sense it to seek something better than the world. 🙂

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  12. This is one lovely piece Debi… yet I can’t help but feel sad looking at the picture. I find the tree bleeding and the stench of its blood lingers under our very nose. What a fetid world indeed. *sigh*

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Beautifully sustained.

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  14. I liked your seamless repetition of “rose” and the image of barbed staffs of ancient rosewood. Also the delicate lingering almost imperceptible in this fetid world. Lovely stuff.

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  15. I really like “barbed staffs of ancient rosewood” — it reminded me of my old rosewood dining table.

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