Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Poetry Of Daily Life




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.

3 comments:

  1. 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.

    Here's to a speedy recovery of a slightly different color!

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  2. it's called poetic license...even the greats used it.
    I 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.

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  3. So, you think you are thorny? You are more of a rose. No thorns to worry about.

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