THE PINK ROSE

passion, nature, alone

Alone, in springtime, I cultivate my colorful rose garden

prick my finger on a pink rose stem

a slight smudge of bright red blood

trickles to my palm

a blemish, no distress

resembles a red tattoo

I recall as a wee child

I would shriek at the glimpse of blood

time being I kiss the rose

grateful for its sugary fragrance

which edifies my spirit

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Our thoughts and beliefs can change with the passing of time. Your lines Betty reminded me how terrified I was as a child of dragonflies. I would scream for my Dad if I could hear them in my bedroom late at night. A boy in my class wisely showed me how to pick one up in my hands. That was a huge ordeal for me, but once done, my fear of them completely went. Your lines brought that memory back. There is much to learn from nature. Thank you fir sharing these lines and where they took me. Keep safe and well.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Chris for reaching out and relaying your own creepy sights as a child; nice review! Fondly Betty

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Betty. Take care.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we learn to live with the cuts and bruises of life as we grow older...
but we love many things that may cut or bruise us, too.
"a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Ah yes Jacob; love those roses...many thanks for comin around!! Yours, Betty