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Bloom ( Song for Neda)



voices
raised in protest
flood the streets
of Tehran
a shot
a river
an end

a red rose 
under a maiden's nose
blooms silently
across her lips
a circle of thorns
surround her heart


Peace - Rene
all words and images by rene 2009

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 30, 2009 at 9:24 AM

    This gave me chills.

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  2. ChristineJune 30, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    Gosh that poem gives the bloom so much meaning. Very creative.

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  3. Kristy WordenJune 30, 2009 at 2:37 PM

    Very nice image and poem - isn't it awful how the government over there is trying to spin her death now?

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  4. MichellouiJune 30, 2009 at 3:05 PM

    I agree with all the above--the poem is a great partner to the image.

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  5. yyamJune 30, 2009 at 4:38 PM

    Everything works...the blooming rose and that poem. Powerful stuff! Fabulous take on the theme!

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  6. RoweJune 30, 2009 at 7:01 PM

    I like the composition of this image.

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  7. lissaJune 30, 2009 at 7:14 PM

    I like how the poem express so many emotions & imaginary, it's just a shame that freedom is still something so hard to get

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  8. UnknownJune 30, 2009 at 8:16 PM

    I would like to thank everyone who has read and/or commented on my tribute to Neda.

    I actually wanted to post this on last weeks Inch by Inch for Courage but I wasn't satisfied with it at that point. It wasn't quite "there" yet.

    I had my doubts with for this weeks but I knew "Bloom" was the perfect home for Neda's tribute.

    To date this piece has taken my the longest to write, watching the video countless times, reading everything I could possibly find, delving into every detail each little crumb of information...I stuggled with this,deleting line after line and starting again 4 or 5 times...I just wanted to put into the right words the images and the emotions. I hope I have done Neda justice.

    Peace - Rene

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  9. Cygnus MacLlyrJune 30, 2009 at 10:27 PM

    love the ending...

    beautiful... thanks for sharing, Lady Rene

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  10. anonJuly 1, 2009 at 12:52 PM

    That's really beautiful, Rene.
    Peace to you too.

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  11. Mary JaneJuly 1, 2009 at 1:43 PM

    A powerful tribute, Rene.
    Beautifully written!

    Peace to all.
    Mary Jane

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  12. Chuck DilmoreJuly 1, 2009 at 3:05 PM

    you did it beautifully, poetically, Rene. because of you, Neda lives on.

    peace

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  13. meJuly 1, 2009 at 7:55 PM

    This written work brings out a totally new meaning to a rose and its bloom. Wow. You really are gifted with putting words to paper.

    Thank you once again for participating in the weekly INCH by INCH.

    *hugs*

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  14. Joanna JenkinsJuly 1, 2009 at 9:55 PM

    God bless Neda. What a beautiful tribute. Thank you.

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  15. The GrandpaJuly 4, 2009 at 3:12 PM

    Beautiful and powerful, Rene. Wonderful job.

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  16. Rinkly RimesMarch 10, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    Yes, we remember Neda. Somehow her beauty made it worse. It shouldn't have, but it did.

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  17. Gemma WisemanMarch 11, 2011 at 2:52 AM

    A wonderful poem laden with impassioned thoughts of freedom!

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  18. Brother OllieMarch 11, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    Nice - important poem - glad you shared this Friday!

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