Rose and Weed
A bright amber sun hovered in the sky
showering the garden with light
The air was crisp and clear
but warm
very warm
Grass was dancing to the breeze
as it whistled softly
The smell of the flowers resided in the air
misty
damp
My gaze instantly landed on an array of roses
their petals sprouting outward like cabbage
velvety and ruby-colored
so beautiful
calling out for everyone to notice them
They stood out from the other flowers
like diamonds among rocks
I plucked one from the soil
The dirt hanging off the stem
seemed out of place
on this masterpiece nature had perfected
I reached out to shake it off
and a needle-like thorn pricked me
I had little time to brush away the blood
Something
Someone, rather,
bumped into my side
She was a little girl
Her face was beaming
and her eyes sparkled with pride
In her hand she clutched a weed
horrid and disfigured
dead
withered
shriveled up like dry fruit
and dull
Yet, the way this girl held it,
she could have been showing me gold
A smile plastered across her cheeks,
she held out the weed-
as if offering it to me
The hopeful look in her eyes told me to take it
Yet her hand was pointed away from me
"For you," she said, confirming my guess
Yet her eyes were still looking in another direction
blankly
as if staring off into space
I didn't understand at first
and then it all made sense
She was blind
I glanced down at my rose
vibrant and eye-catching
proof of nature's artistic talents
yet hurtful with its thorns
as if protecting the rose from the unworthy
and then
I looked back at the weed
its rusty, browning color
its drained, gloomy appearance
a disfigured mistake nature must have made
If we were all blind
we might be able to see
which one was more beautiful.
Please tell me what you think of this poem??
i liked it. Did u write that urself? It was my kind of style.
I'm a poet my self and i usually write in that style.
Great job,keep it up. I enjoy reading poetry.=)
Reply:that was truly touching. i love your style, and the topic is beautiful. one tiny thing- outward "like a cabbage" is slightly odd, but other than that edit, i havent read anm amateur poem that good in ages. i want to read it over and over again...
Reply:very good
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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