deceptive means by a person can be icy, and freeze one for wanting another experience like this. Roses are for beauty, but this doesn't hint of beauty, I hints of lust.

I love how the rose in the snow (in the image) is not withered and brown but bright red and very much alive. It's uplifting.

But of course I sense a bit of a sadness in this piece...when you say the rose bloomed much too soon. Perhaps then the image isn't meant for an uplifting emotion...

This feels almost like a rape to me, and it could be in more than one sense, as well. An affecting piece, Regis! ~Hugs, Elizabeth

Regis,
Very deep poem.
Nicole

Hello Regis,

I think the image says it all . . . fantastic!!


Best regards,

Lance

ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhh!!!! So damn goood

I like everything about this one, Regis. The picture has wonderful contrast of color - very effective. You have me feeling sad for this rose. The last couple of lines are especially stirring. Somewhere out there is a bruised soul. This poem strikes deep. I consider you to be a master at expressing emotions with nature. You really do have a gift! Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Writeen with passion.

Beautiful!!!! I love sentence: 'Rose could not feel his touch, his icy breath froze her SOUL.' VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva.

Oh, the pros and cons of love... "Rose" transcends gender here. Haven't we all received and disbursed our own brand of deception at one time or another?
Excellent write!
Sandra

you paint a portrait of betrayal. Your words as always are right on.

Janet

Well, I hope that I don't end up like "Rose"; that is how your poem touched me!!! Beautiful and painful to read but needed to be written, Regis. Am happy that you did. Love from Meredith How do you do what you do??!!!

excellent!

wow, that is a stunning write!

And the rose of my soul, cannot feel the warm breath and rays of the sun. My soul has been chilled for many years, because of a decption from the one I thought loved me, only to find out she didn't. Thnx for sharing dear brother. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart (the only place it can be), stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your still very sad and chillingly terrified little sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."

Intense. another great write :-) shoma

Beautifully expressed pain of being mislead by someone you cared for. So sorry, Regis. The poem and art are beautiful.
:)Sandy

Oh to feel this pain is the worst pain that a loving human soul can feel. Well done Regis.

Wonderfully expressive and beautifully sad poem! I also love the picture!

Creative concept for your poem. Written with intelligence and artistic depth. Awesome!

A sad but beautifully tragic, yet romantic piece to which i can relate to like you wouldn't believe.

Paul;-)

So sad and beautifully done!

Regis , this is another excellent demonstartion of your heart and talent at it's finest..I applaud you Friend!

peace',

Rich Criso Suarez

i like the way you use nature to describe the vagaries of the human soul...as above, so below so much of human foibles is mirrored in the natural world, there truly is very little distinction...

M u c h more!! Never saw a rose wrapped so neatly. Love "conned by a cunning sun." Sound alone tells the story. Watch out for those
thorns, my friend. BIG bouquet of long-stems -- not a thorn in the bunch, 'Pea' <3

The picture and words tell a powerful story Regis, cleverly crafted.
Thank you,
Reg.

Perfect.

Oh dear, this is so typical of human beings, we all make this mistake at least once in our lives.
Wonderful write Regis
Peace be with you
Ch'erie

Wow, Regis. That was beautiful!

OOoooo, this is so very deep and emotion-packed that I, for one, would love to see it developed more fully, the images are so crisp and stark. But then, that is the fine-tuning and precision you have chosen to give to the shape of this very poignant piece, Regis... leaving us perhaps feeling that chill edge and longing for the "comfort" of having a more elaborate denouement. Perhaps it is because the subject matter is so captivating too... guess that's the sign of good poetry: always leave the reader wanting more! Captivating, thank you.... and, are you kidding me? WHATEVER you might seek to offer in terms of your love and support for my healing is received with a wide-open heart and thankful embrace, with much gratitude for your loving kindness. Bless you and mwah! LOL Kate xx

Regis,
Outstanding! It is Perfect and the sadfilled truth. Such a picture you created with your talents of your minds eye.
I'm Speechless! Mon Ami
Je T'aime
Tracey 42xoox(c:)'s every day

Great photo
excellent write
enjoyed this piece
thanks for sharing

William .....peace

At least there's a nice
photo of the rose and snow..
Super write!

Your once a week posting this week speaks in volumes though it is short and to the point and written as always with poise and passion...Ed

Beautifully sad and masterfully written Regis...

love and peace, Carole

Well done Regis! Roses have thorns just like some loves but we still need to take the whiff if for no other reason than to grow. If we are blessed then the thorns become worn or fall away leaving nothing but the beauty and contentment of the scent for a lifetime!

Hugs
Tina

felt the cool breeze in this Reg, great poem

Well-done, Regis! You are so creative! Yes, your poem is more than about a rose.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh <--a sigh of repose in the face of exquisite beauty and thought.

Gus

Hilding "Gus" lindquist

excellent poem

Conned by a cunning sun
While the wind still wore winter's wear

There it is where I can see the deception

If I say you are a talented poet, still I would need more words to describe how talented you are.

Wow! Much can be gleened form your excellent choice of words, Regis. I can read this one over and over, and find a different view each time. Excellent, Regis!

Starkly beautiful--and uncompromising.

Excellent!

a powerful symbolic catharsis of love as a distant arrangement ...

A stark portrait of love hoped for and seemingly betrayed. The contrast of poignant imagery with tones of malevolent intention is quite masterful.

Ohhhh, I like this. Can take it literally and a zillion other ways. I particularly like these kind of poems. It's up to the reader to find the level. And it also is a very common everyday moment which can and does happen, especially up north. It reminds me a bit of Goethe's Meadow Rose or Evening Song. Both are about simple things, a boy picking a rose and getting stuck and howling to no response from the world and having to stand the consequences; and about the world settling down and the person still walking treassured that he will soon rest. They too can go deeper and deeper. Nice write.

WOW, Regis. This is a compelling and profound write here. One of your best. ~~Nordette

A beautiful graphic, to match how easily we can be deceived by those who like the weather can be so fickle...Superb poem Regis!

Stunning brevity. Couldn't have been said any better.

Carmen :-)

A rose by anyother name would be called OUCH. Bloody thorns.
Sad but clever poem.
Many roses take at least 30 years to reach the best bloom..
Keep that gentle heart open for another thornless bloom..
They are there. Just gotta be wise..

Wow. A window into your soul my friend. Michelle

Regis,

There is a hint of extreme sadness/bitterness underneath the beauty of your lines...thorns of rejection, perhaps? I hope you're well.

Fantastic, fantastic write--BRAVO!

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

one heck of a write Regis and sums up the beauty and majesty of the single rose better then any other poem I have heard

Felix

Very sensual- yes, with an almost dark, creepy edge to it.

Ah Regis, this is so very poignant and deep, beautifully written and expressed,

Reindeer

Well here's what to do. Pick up that rose petal, put it in an old-fashioned rose jar, add rose oil, glycerin, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice and cap it tightly to preserve the memories. Faded love is recycable. Take the lid off every once in a while to smell the rose. And while you're at it, listen to Bette Midler's 'The Rose.' She says 'Love is only for the lucky.' Thanks Regis, for the lingering scent.

Sage

Sage

Romantic You!

TRASK

This is AWESOME, Regis. I love the pic and the verse. I wish I'd thought of this. Love 'n Peace, Linda

Sometimes a heart is taken too soon by someone who has no intention of loving, simply wanting to satisify their lustful urges. When they have had their fill they will leave the other weeping, feeling lost and betrayed. Great poem, Regis, beautiful graphic.
Take care,
Sherry

Utterly deep in some way!!

Tears...I think I can feel the icy touch....deep within!!

Touced by this one!!

Love Tinka

Some of my roses linger a bit too long until the blast of winter freezes their souls. Great write.

This a heartbreaking poem, Regis
very touching write
love and peace

well done.
TX