Red Rose Sunset

Another sunrise

And my red rose has wilted

I knew she could not stay

Although I sacredly

Stood her in holy water

Nurturing her fading life

As I watched her weep

Petals, one by one

Weaken and fall

Anointing her finality

Leaving a barren stem

Sturdy and alone

Reciting eulogies

About a lost Autumn flower

And that last, red rose sunset

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

46 thoughts on “Red Rose Sunset”

    1. I got given a red rose on Friday night, the lady would not have realised why I had smiled so much at her gesture of kindness. It was 48 years ago, my date with my wife, and I presented her with a red rose when we met, and that dear red haired girl, rewarded with her everlasting smile

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    1. The significance of the red rose is very dear to heart. I got given a red rose on Friday night, the lady would not have realised why I had smiled so much at her gesture of kindness. It was 48 years ago, on my first date with my wife, and I presented her with a red rose when we first met, and that dear red haired girl (later to be my wife), rewarded with her everlasting smile…. xxx

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      1. Oh my, Ivor. What an amazing story. How wonderful. Thankyou for telling me that. It makes my heart smile. I realused that the red rise was sugnificant, and the falling petals, but I did not know that story. Wonderful, Ivor. Xx

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    1. Thank you dear Carol. The significance of the red rose is very dear to my heart. I got given a red rose on Friday night, the lady would not have realised why I had smiled so much at her gesture of kindness. It was 48 years ago, on my first date with my wife, and I presented her with a red rose when we first met, and that dear red haired girl (later to be my wife), rewarded with her everlasting smile…. xxx

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    1. Oh Sue your fuchsias are are truly beautiful and bight red. Thank you for the wonderful pic 😊🌹 the link still worked on my phone here… I’m already in bed at 9.40pm. which is early for me. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem, if you read some of my replies, you’ll get the story about the roses 🌹💛

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      1. I’m glad you liked the photo, it’s my favourite one out of all my fuchsia tubs.
        I read all the replies Ivor, very romantic.
        It’s lunchtime here just coming up to one o’clock. sleep well Ivor 🙂

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  1. Just a second…I gotta’ reach for another tissue…

    This is such a beautiful poem, and the song is a favourite of mine. Thank you for sharing all of this, Ivor. I know it is straight from your heart!

    I get sad when flowers (or anything dies), but I like to put the flower petals outside where they can become a part of the earth to birth new flowers.

    (((HUGS)))
    PS… “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” J.M. Barrie

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    1. Here’s my explanation behind the red rose poems on the weekend….The significance of the red rose is very dear to my heart. I got given a red rose on Friday night, the lady would not have realised why I had smiled so much at her gesture of kindness. It was 48 years ago, on my first date with my wife, and I presented her with a red rose when we first met, and that dear red haired girl (later to be my wife), rewarded with her everlasting smile…. xxx

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  2. Ahhh the imagery & parallels in your words are wonderful, & so poignant Ivor. I always feel a certain sadness watching flowers fade, roses particularly, especially if they’re cut & in a vase, where you can observe their gentle demise. Although, when the hosts of daffodils in the country lanes close to our village start fading, I find it moving too. That beauty of the cheerful spring blooms going through their own ageing process, is sad to see, after such a glowing show. They inspired my poem, “Fading Flowers” but I likened them to people I know who are now, sadly, ageing.

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    1. Here’s my explanation behind the red rose poems on the weekend….The significance of the red rose is very dear to my heart. I got given a red rose on Friday night, the lady would not have realised why I had smiled so much at her gesture of kindness. It was 48 years ago, on my first date with my wife, and I presented her with a red rose when we first met, and that dear red haired girl (later to be my wife), rewarded with her everlasting smile…. xxx

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      1. Yes, I read some of the comments on Red Rose Sunset, Ivor. That’s why I thought the parallels were so beautiful & poignant. Sometimes, I think these little gifts are sent specially or they’re drawn to ourselves on another level, that we know nothing of, because of the significance. What a lovely reminder of a very special lady. xx

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