An English rose in a field of daisies
grows beautiful but planted solo
setting smiles from eyes that see
unseen, the bramble beneath
a hot mess of weeds
sharp with thorns bite
covered in sight by daisies bloom
perfection in petals upon first look
hidden flaws showing forgotten scars
English rose destined to wither alone
as the falls of winter flow
untouched by desire,
unpicked in the snow,
unloved within its naked form
In winters storms growth
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kitty the naughty poet (
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A rose is a rose and even the gnarled much trimmed old rosebush has an undenyable beauty to the learned eye.
Each wound we carry beautifies the depths inside us.
Thanks for reading dusk
Great writing, Katy 🙂 I feel sorry for the rose ..no matter the scars , or flaws .. we all deserve to feel loved and wanted ,
The rose sounds very sad , I like how you have personified the rose , given it emotion and feeling
Your words flow nicely
Thanks yellowrose
A rose bloomed
All alone
Everyone praised the beauty
But never acknowledged the thorns
Maybe the rose aloofness was sensed by you
How well scripted are those words of you
Thank you
Poor old roses. Their lot in life to be picked and wither or to be forgotten... And wither
Yep
Good write Katie.
From a hymn: 'Holy (Saint) Alban, England's rose', and the city named after him.
I didn't know it was from a hymn the words just came to me when I saw a picture lol
Well, not in a hymn-book, but a hymn someone wrote. I forgot the title, but the 'rose' line is the last line of the hymn.
Rose amongst daisies unpicked such a bittersweet metaphor, many will read into this and see themselves in your wonderful lines. ☺
I'm sure everyone will interpret it differently, thank you for commenting.
'setting smiles from eyes that see
unseen, the bramble beneath
a hot mess of weeds
sharp with thorns bite
covered in sight by daisies bloom'..
every time a tabloid
labels someone new, as yet another
'English rose'
I just wince, at the likely sad tidings that's bound to bring..
(they say beauty should be taxed for its privileges,
I ask
and what about the dangers
its been forced to survive
since birth...!)
just a brilliant write, on so many levels
thanks for sharing
thanks for commenting and reading my poem I'm glad so many are enjoying it.
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