The Rose Unfolds its Truth
The Rose Unfolds its Truth
The rose unfolds its truth one petal at a time,
Beginning with a tightly closed bud
And slowly opening to its Self.
With courage and self confidence,
It awakens to the possibilities
Of all it can be.
Embracing its own inner beauty,
It reaches out one velvety petal
To bravely show a glimpse
Of the potential in its soul.
A rose garden will have different bushes
Each unique in its own style, offering
Sublime beauty to inspsire admiration
In all who stop to absorb its work of art,
Which is beyond the possibility of imitation.
The spiritual purity of a rose bush,
Is akin to a gathering of poets,
Each unique in its own style, offering
Words of inspiration and beauty
To all who stop and admire the work of art.
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Tony DeLorger inspired this poem with his poem:
The Writer Rising…truth embodied in ink
Thank you, Tony, for writing such beautiful inspirational poetry and
inspiring me. A rose to you Tony:

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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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This poem is as beautiful as a rose, Phyllis. In reading this, I can actually experience the sweet fragrance of a rose! Your words flow so delicately, yet energetically.
Thank you so much, Tamara. I so appreciate your kind words. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
Thanks for the compliment Phyllis, and roses are so innately beautiful. Here in South Australia we are known as the rose state because they grow so beautifully in our climate. I have family that have over thirty different rose varieties, and when they begin to bloom, the scent is absolute heaven. They are indeed a beauty and a wonderful metaphor for the soul. Great work.
You are most welcome, Tony. It is my pleasure. My gosh, what a wonderful thing to have so many roses and spend time with their beauty and fragrance. Thank you so much for reading and for sharing about roses. x
Beautiful imagery, Phyllis, and a wonderful metaphor. I love roses (who doesn’t?), and your words made me see and smell those from my late great-grandmother’s garden. I remember watching them every day, waiting for them to bloom, enjoying every stage of this wonder. I love how you used them as metaphors for works of art.
Thank you, Emese. Roses are so lovely. I used to grow beautiful rose bushes when I lived in California. Now I am in an apartment, with no yard to grow roses in. So glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks again, Emese.