Beauty and thorns

sorenbarrett

Mistook passion for love grabbed the rose without a glove
Held it with a bleeding hand, its beauty did me command 
She did not ask to be picked and meant no harm to inflict
A flower I did not deserve, wilting charm my desire to serve

 

Took her from where she was grown, gave her a new glass home
Did her best to look pretty, a cut flower, such a pity
No strength in a watery vase, drooping sadness on flower's face
For those that love a rose leave her to thrive where she grows

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  • Lorenz

    I hate seeing these mutilated flowers dying in the stagnant water of a vase !

    • sorenbarrett

      And so do I. Thanks Lorenz for the read and kind words of encouragement

    • Teddy.15

      So very delicate is the rose 🌹 stunning my dear sorrenbarret I especially love your first stanza 🌹 fabulous imagery and incredible emotion throughout 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you my friend for the review and as always most kind words of encouragement and support. They are most appreciated Teddy

      • arqios

        🌹 Passion isn’t always love. Sometimes we grab the rose bare‑handed, drawn by beauty, only to realise we’ve hurt both her and ourselves. A flower cut from her roots can’t thrive; no matter how pretty the vase. True care is letting her bloom and thrive in her natural state. 🕊️🙏🏻

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Cryptic for the read and interpretation it is deeply appreciated

        • Doggerel Dave

          Don't know how, but even I can get the metaphor...
          Well scribed, Sir.

          • sorenbarrett

            Ah Dave ya old dog you don't know how pleased that leaves me. Thanks for the read and understanding

          • orchidee

            Good write SB. KP's like a rose. I help her to grow with plenty of fertiliser/manure - for her dinner! heehee. It's horrible in our kitchen. lol.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks Orchi for the read and comment. Yea they say that manure is good for the roots and leaves.

            • Bella Shepard

              This touches the heart in a very special way. Allow beauty to live in its own way, and enjoy it day after day. Simple, elegant and so true.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much Bella for the read and comment. Yes some beauty is best undisturbed or at the least left to be its natural self. So appreciate your visit my friend.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Beautifully crafted, my friend. You’ve captured how desire can wound what it tries to hold…and how true love lets the rose grow where it belongs. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Tristan for the read and understanding words. It is most appreciated

                • Goldfinch60

                  Beauty and love are there for us without destroying them soren.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Indeed so true. Thank you for your read and support Andy

                  • GenXer Shamrocker ☘️

                    For those that love a rose; leave her to thrive where she grows. How very true. Love this write.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much. I appreciate your read and words of understanding. Placing our needs over others is never love.

                    • Poetic_Princess

                      This poem is great and shares many true ideas.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much for the read and kind words they are most appreciated

                      • Settes

                        Very nice thought and well explained. Don't interfere if it is not necessary and only done to please yourself.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you so much your read and comment are most appreciated. Yes it is usually true.



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