the roses open
curled petals showing off scent–
hubris can smell sweet
I resonate with any image of roses. I love them. The more scented the better. Thanks for roses in mid-winter. And “hubris” is a lovely word. I shall have to use it soon. You’re poems always make my world wider. Thanks.
Alice, what a wonderful thing to say–thanks.
aaah subtle vanity perhaps. 🙂 nice Sus.
Thanks, Jen 😉
YW 🙂 can you check IP for me – think I lost the plot.. 🙂
And the BS stank too… Witty and on point. Lovely
🙂 thanks, Obinna!
Thank you Teresa.
BEAUTIFUL skimmed poetry ! Susan may I ask why you’ve never visited my blog? Am I that bad?
Oh, Deb, you are not bad at all, and I used to follow you. I love your poetry, and somehow you dropped off my “blogs I follow” thing. I am ashamed to admit I had not noticed that and have no idea when it happened. I’ll go visit you now. I feel like a jerk.
Ah, hubris . . . wonderful interpretation of prompt. You upped pride a notch.
Wearing our best can be a good thing, so long as we take the time to appreciate it in others as well as in ourselves.
Quite true, Nelle!
beautiful haiku, Susan
Thank you, Celestine!
Learnt a new word today “Hubris”… Rose sure is a proud flower
It is 😉
Thanks for commenting!
So clever, Susan. k.
Thank you, K. 😉
I love the elegance of your words… beautiful haiku,
Thank you, Eliz!
I’m not sure…
It seems to me that much of great literature suggests that hubris stinks! 🙂
No Pride of Lions
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