Friends and paramours come and go
foes and nemeses stay with you for life
Misery and Joy sit - identical- in a row
ready to take turns; as do Agape and Strife.
And I have lost paramours and friends
And my life's run by nemeses and foes
And Joy and Misery always hold hands
And the thorn grows on the stem of the rose.
Brilliant work!
Thank you Jon!?
Mae
Wonderful
Thank you for reading Jennifer! I agree. But I still believe it's worth it.?
Mae
Liked this - agree with Jason about the metaphor of the rose. One could say we often pay a price for love, which could be the thorn side of joy.
Jennifer
You're probably right, it's both. Though the dreamer that I am I'd like to think of it more as an expensive a seed to buy, hard to plant, once in a blue moon prickly a bud to blossom but priceless when it does! Or maybe it's something as random, rare and ordinary, but tasty and worth it all if handled properly, as an artichoke! Exactly like us! ?
Thank you Jason?
Mae
Lovely metaphor Mae, the thorn does grow on the stem of a rose. I wonder if that makes it a pretty thorn bush, or a dangerous rose bush?
Probably both, just like us?.
J. x
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Mae Foreman
Thu 25th Apr 2019 17:02
Thank you Shifa?