Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Curse of the roses



My petals eaten
by bugs & mulched
   by slugs
I am still canvas
beneath harsh summer sun
In my singular stubbornness
my one small bud
opens to sun's warmth
framed amidst
tattered & scattered pieces
Snow white crown
- perfect -
Then the frenzy begins
& buzzing
   & buzzing of insects
until petals are dull
leaves blackening to soot
Do I move to another ground?
Throw my pollen
afar, go
where the southern wind
scatters me
Pull up my roots
My rosehip oil is divine
Break this curse &
replant me,
where I can
hear the hummingbirds
& rain
          drops
   & rain
             drops


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13 comments:

  1. I admire the ‘singular stubbornness’ of the one small bud in the midst of the chaos of the ‘tattered & scattered pieces’ (I love the internal rhyme here) and the frenzied buzzing of insects. The image of the petals ‘blackening to soot’ left me feeling bereft – but the raindrops at the end gave me hope for the rose.

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  2. Plants have little option but to move by staying right at home or where they are replanted.

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  3. Yes. So much buzzing about nothing. Stink bugs, I presume. And politics. Blessed is she who listens to the rain, and not afraid to fall with it.

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  4. So even roses have worries. I'll have to pay more attention to mine :)

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  5. An uproot to find new ones can be good

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  6. I like the wanting to be moved where you can hear the hummingbirds and raindrops.

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  7. What would we do without roses and buzzing bees... The cycle of life goes on and on...
    I am still canvas
    beneath harsh summer sun

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  8. I'm glad the flower had a moment of peace:
    "Snow white crown
    - perfect -
    Then the frenzy begins"
    The insects are voracious this year. Have never seen them so frenzied before.

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  9. Some may wish to move but cannot, yet with a single rosebud and divine oil, there's hope for fresh life!

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  10. I love the plea from the rosebud, I'd be tempted to replant her in another spot if she was this unhappy xxx

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  11. What beauty in a poem that brings the magnificent rose to life conveying the turmoil that it must feel in the effort to bring that beauty to all that would see it.

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