A friend
planted an indoor rose plant in my back yard years ago. It was fragile and
delicate, but has managed to survive to the present day. I looked for it this morning, curious to see
if it had survived the beating rains and gusty winds of hurricane
"Sandy". There it is,
bedraggled but still standing, cheerfully showing its soggy pink blooms!
I too
recently experienced a storm of my own, not as vigorous as Sandy, but one that knocked
me down, but happily not out. Follows my
poem as a reaction to that experience of a not so poetic reality. I have tried to keep a light touch. Humor can be a lifesaver…or a least a place
to rest between storms.
The
Comeback Rose
The bloom
is off the rose
It's a
slightly different color
Whichever
way you look at it
You cannot
say it's yeller.
The sun
has beaten it down
Turned its
edges brown
It doesn't
stand as straight
Its leaves
are pointed down.
Ragged
though it is
Its thorns
are still intact
If you try
to toss it out
It's gonna
prick you back.
You may
wish to cut it off
And throw
it in the trash
I wouldn't
give up on it yet
It could
make a late day splash.
The bloom
is off the rose
It's a
slightly different color
Whichever
way you look at it
You cannot
say its yeller.
Color and yeller. A tough one to match up. I pondered this one for a few minutes and couldn't come up with anything better.
ReplyDeleteHere's to a speedy recovery of a slightly different color!
it's called poetic license...even the greats used it.
ReplyDeleteI think it adds to the humor of the poem (although a serious subject).
When read aloud you can accent it so that it rhymes...and the use of the word gonna keeps the folksy sound going.
Thanks...things are changing by the minute---time for a chat.
So, you think you are thorny? You are more of a rose. No thorns to worry about.
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