Haughty Rose

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  delano

  Thought it was about a real person. Well written

  LikeReply 128 days ago
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    susan.brumel

    So happy you enjoyed this one. It was a fun one to write.

    LikeReply28 days ago
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    delano

    thanks

    LikeReply28 days ago
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  alanswansea18

  Thank you for the vote on the whispering leaves. You have a lot of talent I never seen before. The beauty in your poems.

  LikeReply 17 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    Thank you. I’m happy you liked it and appreciate your support very much.

    LikeReply7 months ago
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  Vixility

  So good! I had no idea what this poem would say after having read the title— personification, eloquent language, a lovely rhyme-scheme and a humble warning against arrogance and self-complacency … a lot.
  
  It reminded me of a song I first heard almost a decade ago: Mirele. more »

  LikeReply 18 months ago
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    Vixility

    https://youtu.be/a1T_MjA1ysA?si=R-2ywQIhGa-WTgF2

    LikeReply8 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    Thank you! Your analysis of poetry never fails to amaze me. Remembering this beautiful song when you read my poem is quite the compliment. I had never heard of it. I wonder where you did.

    LikeReply8 months ago
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    Vixility

    The shopkeeper Dvoyrele's daughter is calledPretty Mirele, MireleAnd Dvoyrele says that her only comfortIs Mirele, Mirele.The sun shines by day, the moon by night,And Mirele stands by the window and laughsLaugh, Mirele, Mirele.This Mirele is graceful, sweetly beautiful,This Mirele, Mirele.She has white hands and white teeth,Ah, Mirele, Mirele.The boys all grow pale with longing,But Mirele's heart is colder than ice,Oh, Mirele, Mirele...Nothing but sighs float up to the sky,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,No one can eat, no one can sleep,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,All the hearts are bursting with ache and pain,But no one can move the frigid heartOf Mirele, Mirele.The years flow by like water,Look, Mirele, Mirele.Your beauty has already come to an end,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,Your face is haggard, your head is bowed,Your eyes are bloodshot, your braids are grey...Light from the stars and moon at night shinesOn Mirele, MireleShe stands by the window, mournful and pensive,Oh, Mirele, Mirele...The clouds drift here and there,A tear drops from Mirele's eye,Weep, Mirele, Mirele! more »

    LikeReply 18 months ago
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  npirandy

  It's nice to see you in the credits again, but I think your rhythm and rhyme bought higher praise than you received.

  LikeReply 28 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    That’s so nice of you to say.
    Thank you so much! I’m happy you enjoyed it. :)

    LikeReply8 months ago
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  Caliconine

  This poem has very touched my ♥️. So beautiful such amazing talent displayed here!

  LikeReply 28 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    Thank you so much!

    LikeReply8 months ago
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  Symmetry60

  Excellent writing, by an excellent poet.

  LikeReply 28 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    Thank you so much! I appreciate your support!

    LikeReply 18 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    captcha won’t let me reply

    LikeReply5 months ago
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  ashleyeburns04

  I couldn't help but smile as I read it! I found it relatable...
  
  "Displayed for passers browsing —
  She prefers to be untouched"
  
  "Alas, the haughty rose flower
  Alone upon her throne
  Looks down from her high tower
  And regrets true love unknown"
  
  At the very least, I understand the longing for love or connection and, in tandem, not wanting it. Loved it! more »

  LikeReply 28 months ago
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    susan.brumel

    Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comments. I’m so happy it made you smile!

    LikeReply8 months ago