In This I Find You Again
If there is truth to be found
let someone find it. The yellow
rose rests in its jar. Day and
night it looks out through the glass
at the world of altered
lines, sensing, perhaps, beauty
through its failure to prevent
fading. Each morning I wake
and think of you. The hibiscus
on our patio readies itself to blossom,
but pauses as if to prolong
the moment, waiting for a reason
to end its denial. Then it unfolds.
You are all I care to find.
O at the Edges 
Love the simplicity of the poem and the bloody-red hibiscus!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful:-) Thank you.
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Thank you, Annika.
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Reblogged this on Jin Okubo.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Lovely write.
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Thank you.
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very lovely…
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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Just beautiful.
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Thanks, Leonard. Much appreciated.
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Magnificent!
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You are always so generous. Thank you !
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Reblogged this on Writer's Cramp and commented:
I can relate — nicely said
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Thank you for reblogging.
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A fading rose says evoke many things in a subtle way. Thanks vey much.
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Oh, yes.
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Qué romántico… Sigh.
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Gracias, SJ. I have much to be grateful for.
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For whatever reason the thought came in my head, all this waiting, all this beauty, perhaps we are not longing for the moment to capture beauty, yet beauty is watching us waiting for the moment to be noticed. Very beautiful work…I know my thoughts are random right
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Random, but wise! Thank you.
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You have expressed a beautiful, tangible truth. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jan. This rose has been in its jar for nearly 31 years.
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Beautiful and moving!
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Thank you!
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So beautiful : ” The yellow
rose rests in its jar. Day and
night it looks out through the glass
at the world of altered
lines, sensing, perhaps, beauty
through its failure to prevent
fading.”
♡
Of course, the whole of it is beautiful, but this portion has something special about it.
Good day (:
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I’m so pleased you find it so. Thank you.
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This is gorgeous. “… waiting for a reason to end its denial” I found particularly poignant.
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You’re very generous, Carolin. Thank you.
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I still have dried yellow roses petals from my grandmother’s funeral 15 years ago. Seeing your poem and the image reminded me of her gracious heart. Thank you.
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I’m so pleased the poem found a place with you.
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A beautiful poem. I love the idea of that seemingly everlasting rose looking out at the beauty around it. Lovely imagery throughout.
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Thank you, Millie. That rose has been around the block!
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Well, you certainly wrote a great poem based on that fact.
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at the world of altered
lines
a beautiful turn there, in fact the way you work your line endings throughout the poem is very subtle and elegant.
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Thank you. I enjoyed playing with the line endings.
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