Ruby Rosette and a splash of water
Swirl together
Use for
……….Rhythmic writhing with your soulmate
……….Machines beeping in the hospital
……….Shouting matches (and silent treatments)
Ruby Rosette and two splashes of water
Swirl together
Use for
……….Aromas of newborn babies
……….Skin after being waxed
……….Sunset walks in bare feet
Ruby Rosette and three splashes of water
Swirl together
Use for
……….Slipping on the sidewalk
……….Chores that you don’t like
……….Hard candy
Ruby Rosette and four splashes of water
Swirl together
Use for
……….Deep breaths before trying something new
……….Writhing alone
……….I’m sorries

I really enjoyed thinking about colors and situations for my last poem so I couldn’t resist doing it again for this one. Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #248 – Rosette provided the inspiration for this one. His rosette was from a church in Valencia, Spain. My favorite rosette is the one at the Sacre Couer Cathedral in Paris, however I couldn’t find the picture of it from my last trip there.
Roses are one of my favorite flowers. It’s always a treat when Hubby brings me a “just because” bouquet. My first dozen red roses were from my parents for a musical I was in 8th grade. My other favorite flower are pansies. Both these flowers come in different colors that have various meanings. Rubies only come in one color (obviously) but it can have different shades – from deep red to a more pinkish hue.
Red is life – the color of blood, of passionate anger and passionate love, of store-bought valentine hearts, of dying suns and dying sons. With this pandemic, I’ve had numerous moments where I “saw red.” Bad news coming one right after the other, the constant frustrations of life being not like what it was before, FOMO, weariness and sadness about politics, the climate, wildfires, social injustice, police brutality, racism, and the coronavirus ….AAAARRRRRGGHHHHHH!
Red is life – it comes with soft, velvet petals and sharp, stabbing thorns; it comes with a scent that jogs your memory and requires a response from your head and your heart. Unlike bulls, we can see red. And unlike bulls, we have some control over what we do when we see it.
©️ 2020 iido
Love this poem Irma. Very meaningful
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Thank you so much, Sadje! It’s been an interesting process thinking about what those hues might represent. So glad it resonated with you!
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You’re welcome! It’s always an interesting process. 👍
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lol I did think … I’ve read this before and then realised it was different 🙂
Like this format and you do it so well. And love your explanation as usual … I act on what I can and let go of the rest. Otherwise it invites too much angst …
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Quite true, Kate! The serenity prayer has been my mantra the last few months. Glad you enjoy this format! I enjoy writing it!
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yes that joy comes thru Irma!
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This is wonderfully full of heart(ruby red), Irma…so much truism in your words! I love the format too!
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Thanks, Punam! You might be seeing more of this format….
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Great! I really enjoyed it. You are welcome.
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this is a marvelous form Irma, you do it so well. Red is associated with luck in Asian cultures and always prominent during festivals here. Roses are grand, I associate with luxury and decadence! Really enjoyed reading your gorgeous poem.
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I’m so glad it resonated with you! Red is quite a luxurious and lucky color, a perfect pairing with gold for lunar new year. It can be bold or cozy In my opinion.
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A wonderful post, both poem and prose. And the final paragraph… nail struck squarely on head.
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Thanks, Patrick! Good to see you back! This month has been “inconsistent” for me as well so trying to get back to some semblance of routine. Hope your hiatus was good busy-ness!
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