Intimacy
Do we dare look
into the eye of the rose?
Naked, spring beckons,
unashamed.
She stares back
black-eyed
Olympia.
Helpless we
surrender again
and again,
each year
as if
for the first time.
Carol Carlisle 3/23/13
My first rose called forth this poem I offer it to Weekly Photo Challenge to post a hint of the future reflected in the past.
Manet’s Olympia and other bold Venues’.
Light Words 
Oh so great! Yes, surrender to the rose every spring! Beautiful.:)
-Jennifer
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May we all 🙂
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Love this poem!
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Thank you!
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this is so beautiful Carol, love the idea of surrendering to spring and beauty.
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I hope you are having spring to surrender to!
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naw, not yet. Well we did a couple of weeks ago, things were beginning to sprout, the grass was turning green, and then the last 8 days or so we’ve been under 1 solid foot of snow and cold, cold weather.
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Oh Brrrrr! 😦 The snow ail keep the grass protected, maybe?
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Oh I figure under the snow is lots of growth just waiting to jump up and be noticed! We have tough grass up here in Canada!!
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I can just see that jumpin’ grass. Make sure you capture that event on film 🙂
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