Saturday, June 27, 2020

Smoke & Mirrors

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 114
Brought to us by the lovely and amazingly talented Chrissa!
Also linking with Flash Fiction Friday 55 for June hosted by the utterly captivating talent Joy!

Come join us!!

Beauty is the great illusion
Time’s sleight of hand
The trophy tarnishes
 before our eyes
Yet we recall not its true beginning
The blooming rose shall soon wilt
The petals falling to the dirt
Yet we don’t pick up the dried up rose
We held so dear
We wait for the new bloom
To behold.



© Carrie Van Horn 2020

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28 comments:

  1. FireblossomJune 27, 2020 at 9:13 AM

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  2. FireblossomJune 27, 2020 at 9:14 AM

    Let's try it without the typos, shall we? That ending has barbs and truth in it. Well done, Carrie!

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 27, 2020 at 9:31 AM

      Hey I am the queen of typos, so no worries there. LOL Thanks Shay!

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  3. HelenJune 27, 2020 at 9:18 AM

    .... why I love gathering all the dried petals.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJune 27, 2020 at 10:29 AM

    Poor old rose........loved this, Carrie.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 27, 2020 at 10:32 AM

      Thank you Sherry, and I feel for the old rose as well.

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  5. Susie ClevengerJune 27, 2020 at 10:55 AM

    Yes, we applaud the rose's full bloom beauty and then turn our backs on its wilting. Love the ending...The harsh moving ... So much to read in this poem.

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  6. indybevJune 27, 2020 at 11:53 AM

    Ah, but some of us cling to that wilting rose and press it between the pages of a favorite book … knowing full well the tried and true are often more valuable than the shiny new. A thought provoking poem.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 27, 2020 at 1:06 PM

      I agree with those sentiments whole heartedly Beverly, and so enjoyed your rose poem!

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  7. C. SandlinJune 27, 2020 at 12:18 PM

    So true! It's hard to cut the blooms once you've enjoyed them and hoping for the new ones is a form of prayer, right?

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 27, 2020 at 1:07 PM

      What a lovely way to look at it Chrissa....yes you are right.

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  8. anthonynorthJune 27, 2020 at 12:37 PM

    Ah, the great cycles of life - new growth. Great words.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 27, 2020 at 1:08 PM

      Cycles of life indeed. Thank you so much Anthony!

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  9. Other MaryJune 27, 2020 at 1:39 PM

    Ouch - sad but true. Those last biting lines really strike blood. Great 55!

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  10. kaykualaJune 27, 2020 at 6:00 PM

    We wait for the new bloom
    To behold.

    One is always rewarded with a new bloom, something to admire! Something to look forward to and to forget the withered remains on the ground.

    Hank

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  11. hedgewitchJune 28, 2020 at 8:12 AM

    As someone said, 'everything passes, everything changes.." and this poem eloquently illustrates how seldom we are able to find any redeeming qualities in beauty that has changed to its last form before nothingness.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 28, 2020 at 4:59 PM

      Yes outward beauty is indeed a temporary thing.

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  12. qbitJune 28, 2020 at 8:26 AM

    Beautiful! In the way that beauty and death arise together.

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  13. TruedessaJune 28, 2020 at 12:18 PM

    A reminder life is short and death is always not far away but, there is hope for a new day to bloom.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJune 28, 2020 at 5:02 PM

      Hope is a mighty thing. Inspiring words Truedessa!

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  14. grapelingJune 28, 2020 at 12:28 PM

    turn, turn, turn, yes? ~

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  15. JimJune 28, 2020 at 5:47 PM

    Very true, Carrie. Like, "Will you still want me, will you still love me, when I'm old and sixty-four?"
    Beatle song.
    ..

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  16. AJJuly 1, 2020 at 8:13 AM

    A more enthralling description of the cycle of life I haven't seen in quite some while.. Fabulous!!!

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  17. purplepeninportland.comJuly 1, 2020 at 10:01 AM

    Discarding the things that are beautiful no more. Excellent poem, Carrie!

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