She was the first always to declare Spring:
Fortune Shone bright in her as Summer approached.
Fought for years; with no effort to see any seasons
she conquered the palace of Ice, to wit:
We ran into the depths of Earth - six feet no more;
She prepared a bed of Roses even Attila refused,
Scourge of God here for my bleeding heart,
Spite of her many loves, Men loved her the same;
pale ray of good fortune on this heart, one beat less,
Met scoffing and blame with thunders of Fall - one leaf less.
When we erred, they gave her pity for Winter has come - one life less,
But me -- only pain - no more or less.
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ONE BIGGER AND BIGGER AND HAPPIER AND HAPPIER
by Rosie T. on Thu Jul 10, 2008 11:16 AM PDTFAMILY. ALL THE USUAL SUSPECTS.
who wouldda thought six months ago when I "left"? When Maz "left"?
Blood really IS thicker than water.
burgundy, crimson,
vermillion.
Rosie Tozih
Read as a Rose
I am..........
by Nadias on Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:14 AM PDT.
.
.
I am your mirror
look upon me
what is the reflection
that you see
I am your compass
when you are set a drift
I shall guide you
on your path
I am your latern
guiding your path
As you journey
through the mist
I am your life boat
as you find yourself in peril
In the middle
of the storm
I will be the rope
that brings you back to shore
Oh Kouroush I'm SURE she is all of us...
by Rosie T. on Wed Jul 09, 2008 05:04 PM PDTand isn't it lovely how "all of us" are here together again on this thread?
I mean...just LOOK at all of us...one big happy family!
Plus ca change, plus ca reste egal (the more things change the more things stay the same...
Catchya later,KiaroStami/Killer Shark..
And the rest of the Swiss Family Robinson.
Rosie
Sepas.....
by Kouroush Sassanian on Wed Jul 09, 2008 04:36 PM PDTI am glad you have enjoyed my poem.
She is all of us - she has been lost to many, won by many, enjoyed by many, recreated by many - be khad sepordan - Sepas!
this is sooo gorgeous, i didn't know when you posted your poem
by Rosie T. on Wed Jul 09, 2008 12:12 PM PDTon my last blog, which i answered you there btw, that you were going through something like this. i had no idea. i'm so sorry. well you read vermillion you know what i went through...for people like us who move so intensely between the dark and the light with so little midddle ground if you know what i mean, although i do think you probably have less middle than I...
you're gonna take the punge. and then you're gonna rise. and then plunge again...and rise again...and...
it's...Orphic...there's just no choice...
until finally we plunge enough and then...it's...radiance...
it's the suffering, the suffering that purifies before the most
intense ecstatic
radiance...
RADIANT
you are like a field
radiant with roses
you're just waiting for a seed
to sow
i know it.
all you have to do is say
i am
i can
i am not afraid
and open up your mind
your heart
your eyes
and every orifice
and you
will grow
and you will be a field
radiant
with roses
you already are
natars.
i know it.
oh kouroush i am SO SO happy that you continued to write poetry... i am SO SO SO happy, even though i know right now
you're so so sad..
but...
YOU ARE RADIANT.
Love always,
your rosie
she who "prays with her legs"....lol
A very touching poem
by Mazloom on Wed Jul 09, 2008 11:49 AM PDTOne counts how long one has lived
By the memory of the loved one
One has lived
Excellent
by Jahanshah Javid on Wed Jul 09, 2008 11:18 AM PDTHard to say "very beautiful" for such a sad occasion. But that's what it is. Thank you for sharing.