Hardly Roses

Rose petals...

      strewn upon the floorboards

falling through

         the cracks of abstruse

    lackluster like

            useless dirty dishwater,

thorns made their way

     to our medley,

esoteric attempts

    reaped no flower gardens,

obscure synonyms 

     fester cryptic mind

 whilst staring at the ceiling

     of harsh reality,

'too little, too late...' 

written on the tombstone

inscription upon the head

 of our shared bed

    I always did love wildflowers

               you see...

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

Can you believe it's taken me this damn long to get to this?? March 26?? O.O

I love the imagery in this, and anything in which the word abstruse appears is aces in my book ;-) That last line brought me to a pretty cool place, which was probably so not your intention...there was a movie, ages ago, with Harvey Kietel and Bridgette Fonda where they had to dispose of a body with acid and Fonda's character (who loved Nina Simone) said "I never did mind the little things..." God, what was that called? Something along the lines of the Cleaner, maybe? Meh, my memory sucks.

Anyway. Nice write.

[Frieda P]

You've been hard at work tonight, that's for sure. I don't think I know that movie, let me know if you ever think of it, or finally get a sweater on. *laugh* thanks so much!

[KAOlmsted]

*laugh* I am terrified to take the damn sweater off for fear I'll never find the fooking thing again xD

I'll let you know if I think of it...it was really good, and I am so not a movie person.

Always my pleasure, ma'am.

[Frieda P]

Ma'am?...erhum your hubby calls me 'young lady' I'll have you know. *laugh* yeah, I couldn't even hold a straight face xD

[KAOlmsted]

Sorry, I am entirely too sober...must have lost my head...I should have called you Mrs. R a.k.a. Sexy-Frieda-Pants xD

[Frieda P]

Hahah, have I told you lately I love you with my whole heart? ;-P

[KAOlmsted]

I never tire of hearing it ;-) And straight back atcha...ma'am :-p

[Frieda P]

See what happens when you're sober? Mwah!

[KAOlmsted]

Sober is for people who have jobs xD

[Frieda P]

xD Not always....

[KAOlmsted]

HA!

[Leigh]

Wildflowers every time. To me this means anything that's artificial, like bought roses don't mean as much as something natural like wildflowers, that represent pure and natural love. You have put this so well in so few words.

[Frieda P]

Thanks leighgreen, you understand so well....

[Pranav Malhotra]

good job

[Frieda P]

thank you

[Michael G.]

You painted a sad picture of situations that happen all to often. Like a charcoal etching, there is a definite lack of colour. And how many wildflowers do you pick before you realize they will only stay a very short while inside?
Good... sad... write.

[Frieda P]

You're a very smart man Mike, thanks so much.

[kublakhan27]

Some intriguing and slightly unsettling imagery...this one almost leans towards the macabre...bravo :)

[Frieda P]

Was it the tombstone? ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Tombstone, dirty dishwater, harsh reality, etc...most of the imagery has that feel to it ;)

[Frieda P]

Okay so I get your point ;-P

[kublakhan27]

I thought you would ;P

[beautiful dreamer]

wowsers what a great read to come back too! XD great poem!

[Frieda P]

Thanks dreamer, and you're off again!

[Monster ^.^]

Why is it, that every time I read your poems, I can imagine a devilish grin somewhere behind me, reading along with me... Maybe it's that the words you used create random thoughts that is somehow sewed into one, that just gives me chills--how the heck did she do that?! (Yep, that's how it is.)

[Frieda P]

Lol Monster, yes, it's hermetically sealed within my poems when I send them out to be published...darn you caught me! ;-) Thanks so much!

[Sir Joseph]

This to me shows a glint of the fury a woman's scorn can have. Yet it was greatly composed and spoke volumes as well!

[Frieda P]

Scorn, whatever do you mean? ;-)

[Sir Joseph]

N-Nothing ;) lol

[Frieda P]

hahahah chicken! ;-P

[Sir Joseph]

Possibly lol or am I just wise :P

[Frieda P]

hahaha that must be it! ;-)

[Sir Joseph]

Yep yep yeppers! :)

[Frieda P]

:-P

[Tai Ryens]

Love can slip through the cracks of any defense set up, whether it be from a picket fence guarding the heart or a high-tech electrocuted coil patrolled by sentries. I could never have said it much better.

[Frieda P]

wow, that's poetry in and of itself...thanks Tai!

[Ohhhwillow]

"I always did love wild flowers you see" yessss we see! Nice work Frieda, you flow so gracefully from the idea of petals strewn across a house, as lovers would do, to a brittle and cruel fate. For me this shows how anything sweet can turn sour. Often that first kiss without flaw can turn to a world of disparity for both you and your partner.. Every beautiful thing has it's thorns. Lovely display Frieda

[Frieda P]

Exactly! Thanks so much Willow.