Claudelle DeLuna

** Rose's Cacti **

Rose’s Cacti

in a lamenting garden

roses dry while cactus bloom

arid days vanishing in the sand

for love is gone and the thirst remains

come out of the mirage of “I” lets hug the “we”

sifting soul’s timelessly for truthful companionship

decoding the selfish minds unrestful among the rat race

life’s enigma has no right or wrong it’s unapologetically unorthodox

@Claudelle DeLuna 2019


  • Fay Slimm.

    Your poetry heightens the bar with this posting of excellent imagery and impressive sugestions on dealing with the "mirage of "I" - a compelling read and thank you Claudelle.

    • Claudelle DeLuna

      Thank you for your visiting! Fay

    • Neville

      What an eye catching and most interesting poem.. I get a feel for the unity of opposites .. 'the roses dry while cactus bloom' ...

      or maybe a painful separation.. 'for love is gone and the thirst remains' ... whether I am a million miles off target, I am happy with my take on these words and thoroughly enjoyed them..... Neville

      • Claudelle DeLuna

        Thank you for your time & comment! Neville

      • Suresh

        You have penned a relationship of unlikeliest, and in their human form, poetically removed the separation.

        • Claudelle DeLuna

          Thank you for stopping by! Suresh

        • Michael Edwards

          Thorns and spines - so different yet so alike

          • Claudelle DeLuna

            Thank you for reading & commenting! Michael

          • Laura


            Ogni rosa ha le sue spine...
            ogni cactus ha i suoi fiori!
            ( Every rose has its thorns... πŸ₯€
            every cacti has its flowers!)🌡🌺🌸

            A powerful read indeed!


          • FineB

            Hello Claudelle,

            Thanks for this vivid write.

            The beauty of a rose/cactus I see it in the beauty of this poem.

            Keep writing

          • Gary Edward Geraci

            Wonderful Claudelle! Reminds me how, each in the eternal image of the β€œI am”, we are an eternal community, even now transforming the wastelands of death and decay into a new earth, a new heaven.

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          • Jon Nakapalau

            Beautiful - picture and poem!

          • Amherrera1190

            Very moving piece.πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€

          • Seek

            Hi Claudelle, just like me, you seem to have been out of circulation for a while. Glad to be back and run into your beautifully done work. The metaphor roses dry while cactus bloom said it all for me. I hope this will entice you out of hiding and treat us to more of your work.

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