Dying Rose (poem) by ~Indigo~ Elga on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

Superb, with a depth of emotion that is, within itself, profound. An excellent expression!

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on November 1, 2005

Dear Elga,

A beautiful heart like yours has no need of searching
and the rose does not die in vain. It will blossom again.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)

Reviewed on October 28, 2005

Elga, although this is an extremely heartfelt piece, I, too, firmly believe one must always continue marching forward, my gifted friend. Incredible creation, which illustrates the far too many pitfalls a human being must endure in order to find utopia on this spinning blue dot we call, Mother Earth. Thank you for sharing your work. Take good care and be well.

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

A beautiful depiction of 'falling rose petals', Elga, in their symbolical essence.

I cannot commit my self to others' searches, but I can commit to the adage, and advice, to keep searching. The beauty of dead-alive rose petals is superceded by the flexibility of live-alive rose petals, and well worth the effort. A strange and homologous word, effort.

As always, with respect,

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

X-cellent, sadly beautiful. I'll water your rose.

Best wishes

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

Elga,

I have missed you--are you well?

Powerfully expressed pain...yet, tinged with hope. Beautifully crafted and imaged.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

Beautiful poetry Elga!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

A poignant but beautifully written poem that many can relate too. One of your best, Elga.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

A stunning lovelorn poem. Funny thing is love. We must spend so much time looking for the elusive thing.
Like mercury when we think we have it,it is even more elusive...

BTW
“Ali, Meri Dilbar Jani,
Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam.
Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho.
Bin tere kuch nahin hai…

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 27, 2005

Elga,
Your poem tugs at the heart. Just when we think no one hears or understands the brightest of stars appears. Remember the rose may die but will return more vibrant and beautiful as ever.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 26, 2005

Wonderful though sad poetry from the heart.

Felix