I came upon a rose today
dancing on a gentle breeze,
a beacon of delight.
It touched me back,
soft, pure white as a dove,
flitting, flirting, enchanting
with its delicate perfume.
I loved it, wanted it,
reached to pluck, but
unwilling thorns
stood in the way of my desire.
A blood red drop
tainted its tame purity,
still I plucked
and all of its petals
rained to the ground.
A contest entry
- A Flower You Have Fondled This Week # 163 (Winklings) by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended February 17, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Congratulations on winning.
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Pot pourri in the wake of gathered ruffles! A fatal attraction for the rose, with a touch of Snow White thrown in for good measure! Congratulations on the Gold. ~ Karen
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This is a wonderful parable about attraction and possessiveness. Excellent moral and fine description. Congratulations for gold!
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Somehow, I feel I have just read
a Christine parable.
There's more to this than meets the eye. Each reader will squeeze from the poem some earthly wisdom. Seduction, sacrificial blood in an edenic setting, the plucking of that which is forbidden, the tainting of purity and the shedding of petals because of wilfulness. Lots more. Not quite as good as Blake's "O Rose thou art sick" but almost as profound.
Ron.
A Winkler.
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Wow! Talk about biting back! The really sad thing is that not only does this happen in real life with the flowers, but also with people... a wonderful write here!
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Oh, you are so good at this. These small moments in time, flashes of vivid thought come to life with your pen. Excellent...alby
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