A Garden of Roses

A Garden of Roses

A Poem by Isha C.

I like to see-
Rain falling down from the sky,
It helps me to breathe;
Seeing roses in my garden did not die.
Roses have thorns,
And so do I.
You added fire to my pyre,
Then asked me why am I not alive.
Pause, silence, then rewind,
We are back to nineteen ninety five.
In that same garden
No seeds were sown,
You stooped me with your burden
No birds sang; only weeds were grown.
Years later I see grace fall as rain
Sharpening my thorns, my armour against pain.
My roses grew in the wild
Blood red, gentle yellow and sometimes pale white.
My thorns can pierce your hand
Every time you want to touch
But you cannot uproot me;
I rose above through soil and mud.
You were never a gardener,
You were the leaf eating insect.
Your twisted spade could not nurture,
Pesticides fooled by you; far from being a suspect.
I can still smell you.
you reeked of pretension and sewage
But my roses overpowered you,
Now they dance in rain as the wind rage.

© 2018 Isha C.


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Wonderful metaphor and thought presented.....like the type of poems I want to read in solitude!
Loved this one....hope your roses never die...and rain showers vigour on them...
Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Isha C.

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much!
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5 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
One thing I can say about you as a poet is that you write in very powerful themes and metaphors that attract the eye and tug at the soul. What you need to get better at is your craft of expression, for there are some words/lines about this poem that are in need of tweaking:

- "it helps me breathe" (don't need "to" for two reasons: mars the musicality; and it's not necessarily grammatically correct).

-"Then asked me why I'm not alive" (better musicality that way)

-"I rose above the soil and mud" ("through" seems out of place in that line).

-"Pesticides fooled by you; far from being a suspects" (does not compute!! What?)

-".....as the winds rage" (it would otherwise be "wind rages", so you either have to pluralize "wind" or make it genitive: "Now they dance in the rain and the wind's rage").

This is otherwise fantastically weaved and written! Well done! Much enjoyed!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Isha C.

5 Years Ago

When I apply your inputs it actually makes the whole piece better. Thank you for encouraging me. It .. read more
emipoemi

5 Years Ago

my pleasure.

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Added on August 21, 2018
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Isha C.
Isha C.

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