Ceci n’est pas une Rose

This painting features a rose blooming alone on the edge of a cliff surrounded by the sea; it is dawn, and there are beautiful clouds in the sky blending with the horizon.
L’utopie (Utopia) by René Magritte
This surrealistic painting captures a gigantic red rose, occupying an entire room.
Le tombeau des lutteurs (The tomb of the wrestlers) by René Magritte
This surreal image portrays the ocean ic beach at sunset. Instead of the sun, there is a large rose, which seems to float on the waves.
L’invitation au voyage (The Invitation to Travel) by René Magritte
A portrait of a woman gazing longingly at a rose in her long golden hair. There are impressionistic visions of the sea and the mountains in the background.
Le Roman Populaire (The Popular Novel) by René Magritte
If you were a rose,
You would hide in the dark
Until I discovered your delicate spark.

If you were a rose,
Every flower would fade,
Entranced by the perfume which you radiate.

If you were a rose,
Your soft, velvety skin
Would cover my eyes with the raptures unseen.

If you were a rose,
I would kiss your wild thorns,
Crimson with blood, as it lingers and burns.

If you were a rose,
You would bloom all year long,
Drinking my tears when I cry, all alone.

If you were a rose,
You would grow in my heart,
Entwining it gently, as you tear me apart.

My garden has blossomed 
With sorrow and loss.
Why didn't you tell me that you were a rose?

20 thoughts on “Ceci n’est pas une Rose

      1. “You would grow in my heart,
        Entwining it gently, as you tear me apart.”

        ….wonderful intensity of feeling and imagery ☺️🥀🙏🏻

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  1. Your poetic sensitivity and visual creativity gorgeously wrapped in a magical habiliment of words sweep my spirit away to a garden of fancy in one fell swoop. 🌺🌸🌼💐🌻. The rose 🌹 in your mind’s garden becomes existent when you suddenly recognize the presence in hides. How blind we are that our own imprisoned conception prevents us from seeing the beauty from within! Your poetic rose has brightened my Saturday morning, Veronica. ⭐️🧚‍♀️👑

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    1. Dear Stephanie, it is gratifying to know that you enjoyed my lyrical musing!💌

      This poem was partially inspired by Franz Kafka’s Letters to Milena: “You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.”
      The deeper we love, the more we suffer, letting our feelings devour the heart from within – pain is intertwined with beauty. Therefore, the experience of love becomes surreal and grotesque, like a rose in Magritte’s painting, which is not a flower but merely an image, conveying what the viewer wants to see. 🥀

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  2. I agree with the comments above… this poem is completely enchanting, but more than that, it has soul. Esquisite, yes, sublime. 🌹

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