Roses are my favorite, 1989

Roses are my favorite, 1989


11 thoughts on “Roses are my favorite, 1989”

  1. My dear friend

    I can feel the suffering in your writing and it touches my heart and my eyes – always when one love breaks – we do not understand how this is possible when two humans love each other that they would live and die for each ohter and in the end face a broken mirror, fragments of love that is scattered in our memory.

    I wish that an evergreen rose may come in your life filling your heart with sunshine and everlasting love.

    Thanks for sharing, my dear friend
    All good wishes

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    1. Wow, thank you. I love that, an evergreen rose. Might work that into a poem! Yes, a codependent marriage I’ve held onto for 36 years today. Been separated five months and hurting and healing, all at the same time. I don’t give up easy, have to go to the wall, head-first, over and over. I am using that stubbornness now to take care of myself. Some of these poems are 30 years old and still true , but I am evolving and healing today. It is freeing to release poems I have held in my sad closet. I am decluttering my heart space.
      Thank you for your encouragement and for sharing an evergreen rose.

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      1. Welcome, dear friend πŸ™‚ Good that you have kept your courage and that you do not give up. It is like a rider: a good rider falls many times into the sand before he can ride the horse – similarly it is with our man-making: often we have to take a bitter medicine to overcome inner and outer obstacles. We grow on difficulties and problems thereby we get stronger and stronger – but often it goes along with much pain and suffering. Keep your courage, my friend πŸ™‚
        All the best

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