"No Bed Of Roses"

  "No Bed Of Roses"

 

Love is not a bed of roses

It is a bed... of thorns;

A sweet attar to draw the nose,

Then stabbing pain, a wish you were never born.

 

Love is eating...a pound of salt;

Intermittantly, with...a touch of sweet.

Just enough of the flavorful sugar;

To call you continually...to eat.

 

And...as the salt...lies bitter

Like bile...upon the tongue;

The bed of thorns continually,

Stick in the finger and thumb.

 

To avoid the thorns...and acrid salt,

Stop and think...before you are caught;

In a life...where you continually eat,

Too much bitter...with each days sweets.

  Valentine

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A pulsing and punching piece that gather momentum and strike hard - bravo.

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct words my dear friend.
"Love is not a bed of roses
It is a bed... of thorns;
A sweet attar to draw the nose,
Then stabbing pain, a wish you were never born."
Love is hard work. We change and we must accept the change in our number two. Love become different and better if we roll with the flow. Thank you dear Poet for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[R Smith]

great writing Kathie, very bitter i know and pessimistic regards love but a truly remarkable work :)

[armin]

People earlier have written various meanings for love. But I quite liked this one. Liked the given stanza
Love is eating...a pound of salt;
Intermittantly, with...a touch of sweet.
Just enough of the flavorful sugar;
To call you continually...to eat.

Well done.

armin. ...