I was trying to sleep last night but kept on thinking that the poem about rose hips I posted yesterday had not reached its potential – I felt there was a meaning in it that I had not fully realised. I just finished working on it again and researched a bit about rose hips finding out something about them that underlined the meaning I was trying to show. I think it is complete now…. I thought about changing the version I published on this blog under the post “What I saw today” but I thought it might be interesting to show a new version and leave the earlier draft there as a comparison. I’d be interested to know what you think – which version do you prefer?
Two rose hips shine
touching each other.
Here because roses are left spent.
Fat with seed, their tips crown into green.
Branches that bear them