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Cobblestone Rose (Real Life VIII)


Today I found a garden rose
in the most improbable of places--
on a lonely cobblestone walk
grown between the spaces.

Summer heat, July Sun
had singed some of its leaves.
but still a splendid garden rose,
for which my heart has grieved.

Tomorrow I shall walk the path
to praise the rose I found,
but never will I choose to plant
the rose in fertile ground.

How sad my love depends upon
the beauty of a rose--
that trapped between a sidewalk seam
is the only life it knows.

Creative Commons License Cobblestone Rose by Maynard Vintinner is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

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  • waydownuponjoy
    August 29
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    Okay ... I've napped along

    ... and so upon rereading I see: and I quote: "There is more to it, a less-noble part, why he doesn't remove the flower to a fertile area, but I've typed too long, you will fall asleep."

    You are probably there right now for all my previous babbling like a brook! I'm making my way down this long river to see what grows along the way! Eventually the sea will greet me and we'll go around one time before being recycled again!

    I came back to this poem, unexpectedly, and so enjoyed the reread. I wondered about how to hear the song by Maynard Vintinner but was unable to find much more about it and wondered if there is such a song or poem? but then I went on to realize that you have this thing about 'fiction' and perhaps that may even be 'science fiction' and you may have been using that wry sense to take me elsewhere! I did fall for it and yet that's okay for it's your poem that says more!

    Have a great Saturday ... I think that it's raining up your way but not to worry, find a good book to curl up with!


    j y


  • pixiestix gold member
    July 5

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    I can't give you official clappies on this since I did already back in early January.

    This is definitely one of my favorites of yours.

    Yes, I'm reading through the whole list


    • Yemassee gold member
      July 5
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      Cool, I'll go add another poem so that won't be true.


    • Yemassee gold member
      July 5

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      You know there are more that will be added to the list, lol These were just some obvious ones. Thanks Caroline.

      • pixiestix gold member
        July 5
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        I'm just pleased with myself because I read through a whole list of yours.


  • klassy lassy
    January 3

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    We seem to be planted in crevices, too, looking for roots and light, warmth to cluster. I think it must be true that anything worth having is worth the work it requires to come to fruition. To find roses in the crevices says a lot. That they are allowed to live says even more. There are those who never see them at all... let alone give such beauty to love.


    • Yemassee gold member
      January 3
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      Life has so many paths and avenues, I'm surprised I ever find my way back home. I'm not sure what that means but I know it applies to my poem and your comment.

      I know I'm in a crevice, precisely the point of the poem I guess. Because I am in one, I require one like me. Oops, who said this was about me?

      Wow, I've been trying to explain this poem for a couple days and that is it:

      "Because I am flawed, I require someone broken like me." Man, that is sad, and hopeless!

      Thanks!


  • pixiestix gold member
    January 3
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    This really spoke to me...avid gardener that I am. Every year I am faced with flowers between the cracks. They are underdogs and I treasure them. I basically leave them be, knowing that they would most likely die if I tried to move them. I care for them much the same as my others but they are my favorites.

    Your "wounded healer" does not want to heal himself because if he was whole or perfect he would lose his sense of power or control. Maybe?


    • Yemassee gold member
      January 3
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      In a way. He's not whole himself and the only person that he can hope to know is someone else who is not whole. But since they have potential they eventually meet it, and move on...so its not to his benefit to let them become strong...thus better than him.

      Make any sense? I should just explain without all the stupid rose symbolism/ metaphors etc.


      • pixiestix gold member
        January 3
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        I like metaphors and symbolism

        I was kind of close and I kind of get it. Now I have to ask why he feels this way or am I delving too deep?


        • Yemassee gold member
          January 3
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          There is a difference between what someone thinks and what they do. It might be to their benefit to keep someone from fulfilling their potential, and inside they may think about it but they know what is right and act accordingly.

          It's not like all that is conscious thinking. And it certainly wouldn't be calculated, just the way it is. Sometimes we're selfish without really understanding that we are.

          I need some Moxie, lol


          • pixiestix gold member
            January 3
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            I'll stop driving you deeper into the Moxie with questions . lol

            Thanks for taking the time to splain further.


            • Yemassee gold member
              January 3
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              Oh come on, I was looking forward to getting neck deep in my Moxie.

              Thanks for reading it.


              • pixiestix gold member
                January 3
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                I don't want to be responsible for all those Moxie empties that'll be overflowing from your recycling bin.

                I really enjoyed the poem.


  • Mari Goes gold member
    January 3

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    The poem is sad but has an exceptional metaphor.
    This is one of your best poems even though based on sadness.


    • Yemassee gold member
      January 3
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      It is based on human traits. What no one sees in the story is that the man is flawed. He has the power to heal and does not. It's not real, but it is inherent in him to wish he could do that.

      I know, mumbo-jumbo.


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    January 3

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    So special the rose
    for it struggled to survive,
    to bloom and to thrive
    despite its woes.

    Thus the rose caught the eye
    of the perfect beholder,
    becoming beautiful and bolder
    for his eyes alone, for his sigh.



    Compelling, this work that allows the reader
    to walk upon the cobblestones and to read
    the surface and the tightly guarded space
    between the lines.

    (thunderous applause)

    M-C




  • Melodies
    January 2

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    A deeply felt and much enjoyed poem...

    Ah, the lonely rose bloomed only for you, good Sir. All else was for naught, and your notice made her glow and feel fulfillment. Wonderful, poignant lines that bring the reader a tender moment to contemplate.


  • Miss Faerie Greeters member
    January 2

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    This is sad... it speaks of a love that it dependent on that which it does not really have...


    • Yemassee gold member
      January 2
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      Thank you Miss Faerie. Yes, you are right, not only what it doesn't really have, but which, if it could it would keep it in its current poor state just so he could keep it, not make it something that might be loved by others. (I think)

      Thanks for dropping in. I'll be right over to your place to return the favor. Lock the doors and turn off the lights if you don't want company coming over. lol


  • catz Moderators member
    January 2

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    This is quite a beautiful poem, Yem It seems to hold dual meaning... what we see as the written word and what we see between the lines.... just as this lovely rose grows between the cobblestones in the sidwalk.

    An eloquent write

    Dee


  • waydownuponjoy
    January 2

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    WOW ...

    and you do have a poetic hand! God bless the rose that made it this far and it is interesting to note how survival of the fittest is a good metaphor for more than animals. Now I should wonder "why no one picked it yet" .. I would change nothing and I would continue to write more and more and more, until I could no longer see to write. Public opinion is not as important as the lessons that we personally learn as we share our thoughts with others. Good, bad or otherwise! jy


    • Yemassee gold member
      January 2
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      Why did no one pick it. Great question and I do have the answer within the poem.

      The poem is intended to be about a guy who can appreciate those who maybe are flawed, women to be precise. The flower does not look beautiful to other people, he just can see the beauty, I need to explain that better in the poem. I'll work on it because it's the first poem I've written that I kind of like.

      There is more to it, a less-noble part, why he doesn't remove the flower to a fertile area, but I've typed too long, you will fall asleep.

      Thanks!

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