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The Vision of Roses: Blood and Blossoms
by Aberjhani
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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(Rose and moon artwork by Don Gray)

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.
Pink dragonflies fall from the air
and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.
The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter.
Like the smile of a child separated
from his mother’s milk for the very first time.

But with my arms circling your breasts
and my lips at home upon your ears:
the universe opens one gate after another
and we step into gestures made of pure sanctity and grace.
Our first journey here we found only a road
made of ice and dust.  Do you recall the breeze
that stripped us naked and twirled upon its
finger a single bright petal?  I remember tumbling
like a silk feather through your heart
then dropping to my knees and staring up at the moon.

Staring up at the moon.  I saw his silver mouth
slowly open.  My heart clenched with terror
as a wide stream of blood suddenly gushed
beneath the stars and came spilling towards Earth.
Horror chewed our bones into wax as wave
after wave of brilliant crimson rushed down the sky
and we prepared to drown in a monsoon of blood.

How much time would there be: to scorn death and love you?
Would escape prove possible through your eyes or mine?

Whereas fear had made the night into a slave
suddenly it was liberated by a vision of bliss.
A rose blossom scorched my cheek with a whisper.
When we again looked into the sky, the crimson waves
we had taken for blood had moved closer
and we could see that they were not blood at all.

Flowing out of the moon’s mouth in the shape
of a long trailing spiral were countless red roses.
Roses as red as an evening sun or a mountain covered with rubies.
For every blossom that fell the earth would moan
and a nightingale spring singing from its grave
or a tiny blue star would shiver white ecstasy.

I dared to rise and hold you with hands
that were filled with somebody’s tears
as roses came whirling out of the jubilant dark
and carnelian starlight turned our very skin
into rising waves of soul-hot pleasure.
Each time our lips touched our lungs filled
with the scent of honey and eternal mystery.

All of
Eden was reborn and forgiven
as we opened like mystical pathways
and fed the earth with nectar from our laughing hearts.
We were so sticky with joy that we lost our humanity.
That was the only moment I have ever prayed would last

And that is the only moment which ever has.

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.




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Reviewed by Nordette Adams
You are a gifted writer. I liked his poem from the moment I read it.
Reviewed by Paul Berube

This is a masterpiece. Your visions are born to reality. I pray moments such as these will exist for you always. Very well written.
Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
It's an unusual variation on the metaphor blood red rose
and the heart, as in Burns eg., though I suppose the War
of the Roses lent itself to the interpretation of blood &
the red rose with death. The poem's attempt to face the
beast & resurrect beauty, is stirring, though personally
I have no belief in wars greetings robin
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
Your poetry is exillarating for me. Your creativity is endless. I see by our peers here at the Den that your verses have given them pleasure and their reviews enforce the fact that you are a master with your pen.
Reviewed by Janet Bellinger
A compelling mixture of love and fear and brutality. Well done.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Compelling and breath-taking from the very first line through to its linear last (though the whole reads like a circle of fire in perpetuum), I cannot begin to tell of the agony and the ecstasy expressed here. This poem satisfies the need it creates with its completeness yet, despite its smoothness, there are enough faces and edges to it to make it feel like traversing a jagged edge of the heart and soul. I have never worked out how you take often "feminine" concepts, motifs and images and somehow make them rather rugged and male - but yet lose nothing of their "softness". This write goes to prove that Romance is not for wimps!

"How much time would there be: to scorn death and love you?
Would escape prove possible through your eyes or mine?"

... for me, these two lines are like the Journey To The Centre Of The Universe and back again, physically, metaphysically and spiritually. It perhaps defines what it is we might think of when we hold fast to "everlasting love".

Outstanding even amongst so many others of yours that are! TY and bless you, Kate xx
Reviewed by David Young
So full of dynamic imagery and emotion, very well done.
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
You, my man, have got it! Take every superlative mentioned below
and multiply tenfold. Rare is the poet who can take an oft-tackled subject and find a way to make an original work of art out of it, and that is exactly what you have done. Again! "Our first journey here we found only a road made of ice and dust." but one example of an image you have painted in oils. Say "oils," because they come in a myriad of shades, are vibrant, and they l a s t. Merci, mon ami. Merci. 'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Dale Clark
Outstanding! It is a gem.
Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)
Exquisite - as the whole book is in myriad ways...thank you for sharing your gift.

Linda Luna*
Reviewed by Carole Mathys
The beauty that flows from your masterful pen, has me awed. One of the most beautiful poems on love I have ever read, a true keeper.
love and peace, Carole
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

“The Vision of Roses: Blood and Blossoms” glows as it flows from the magical fountain of Holy Poetry on its way to the sea of dreams, wonders and beauty’s bounty on waves breaking foams of illusion to balance the course of the heart’s ship to navigate by the shores of imagination on to the port of realization; where the scent of celestial honey bees directs the intergalatic voyager to find a cosmological garden on the prairies of dreams.

I have enjoyed the reading of “The Vision of Roses: Blood and Blossoms”

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by jude forese
Aberjhani, you have a profoundly eloquent ability to fuse the mystical and romantic manifestations of being ... your imagery is so enticing and moving, i am transformed into their alluring design and purpose ...
Reviewed by . ignis
Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.

In spite of the fact that man feeds earth with nuclear and toxic waste, the concluding sentence from your poem is true. Life is almost infinitely more complex than we are inclined to think at first glance. Most never get past the first glance impression and waste the life of themselves, the ones surrounding them and the earth on which they exist. Yet the high spirits of this universe know that our conditioned with is incapable of understanding the meaning and aim of life in this space and time. The forgiveness extended to us as a result of this awareness, is the essence of Love, our source and destiny.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Excellent. Beautiful. Exquisite. Mesmerizing. There are many superlatives for your writing; these are but a few! BRAVO, poet!! Very well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Saving this one! :)
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Exquisite, beautiful poetry, very well composed and presented; lovely imagery. BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by totally anonymous
A beautiful poem of love. Excellent write
Reviewed by A PAX
Against the odds........
Out of the past..............
My goodness, what a passionate, intense union you must share with your beloved........

This makes me envious, and leaves me in awe of such i should not say envious.....because I think such love deserves nothing but the best......

And this poem is a keeper!!!!!!!!!!!!
ty ty
pax A lol
Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
I'm always astounded by the rich imagery you pack into a poem, Aberjhani. This one is, I believe, my all-time favorite from your pen. Saving it to read again. Thank you for sharing your gift here, Dawn
Reviewed by Martin Hebert
~~Aberjhani~~i love your magic~~beautiful poem~~

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Such imagery and meaning, Aberjhani! This is breathtaking poetry. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace,

Reviewed by E T Waldron
Aberjhani thank you for sharing your phenomonnl gift for writing with us! I am always awed by your work. It is as Peter says, and all the others. We are fortunate to have you here.Splendid poem!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
One of the finest offering I have read...thank you!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Debashish Haar
I could see Goethe writing Faust and talking to his character at the same. It is a word painting, which at times reminds of "bleeding roses" (Salvador Dali). There is a lot to read and reread here. Great job!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
The best poem of love I have ever read. 'Nuff said. Besides, everybody beat me to all those praises, man.
Reviewed by Peter Paton
I ditto the board's comments below, and add a few of my own, Aberjhani
There are some poets who inspire, there are some who conform, and there are some who are mundane
You are in a category of your own...what I call White Light....that rare and unimpeachable state of advanced awareness and being
Reviewed by L. Figgins
"Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist", oh Aberjhani this poem is the very essence of Heaven and Earth. Incredible write!

"In the crescendo of lovemaking, divine forces channel freely and fully, unleashing all or their powers through you, within you, and out into the universe of your lover, rippling uninteruptedly across the planet and into the cosmos, up through the Sefirot and into the No-Thing realm--the very realm of which in that very moment is bringing you and everything in your world into existence." -Kabbalah 365
Reviewed by Anne Williams
what struck me most is the expansive quality of the love, the connection. in our human short sightedness there is much we are tempted to hold onto...the beauty here is joy (transcending) this life is all that you would have last. ~n
Reviewed by Sherry Heim
Moving, captivating and simply beautiful poem, Master A. I love this and each time I read it more and more beauty and grace pour upon me. You have placed many amazing lines on this page but this one really stirred my soul.

"I remember tumbling

like a silk feather through your heart

then dropping to my knees and staring up at the moon."

What a feeling and what a perfect job you did in expressing it in words. This one goes into my library and is now my favorite of yours.

Take care,

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
This is very, very lovely!
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