Life Like a Rose (Thursday Poet Rally)


Each was born a small thing

not much color

sheltered and protected

until they were older

***

she soaked in light and heat

they made her strong

so she could face the world

and show her face

someday soon

***

her little sister

kept from the light

thinking it would cause pain

she only knew cold

***

as she began to open

a layer of beauty

and color was revealed

she felt the morning dew

against her skin

***

the sister by now afraid

thought” how can I face the world?”

would life and love be too harsh

for this little protected one?

***

the morning of glory came

in radiant beauty

she held her head high

before the world and sun’s light

soft , delicate, yet strong

***

the sister remained sheltered

fearful for her sister

and the pain

she must endure

for loveliness she knew

must pay a price

***

he chose her for himself

embracing her in his hands

she felt love as he drew breath

he took her loveliness in

she was complete

***

the little bud

too weak to glow and bloom

a dry sad face

never to know beauty

never to be embraced

in the hands of a lover

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

31 thoughts on “Life Like a Rose (Thursday Poet Rally)

  1. Excellent the way you weave both nature and nurture to depict an unfair relationship that involves both “picked” and discarded flowers.

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    1. I just went in the garden. Which flower do we choose, the fragrant beauty or the stunted dead one???

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  2. even if you just went to the garden it depicts how we can be too shy and never live our lives our we can stick our heads high and enjoying every breathe – well done

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  3. so sad, she still is beautiful…..all are beautiful in the eyes who love them……bkm

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  4. Wow..this IS really good…i hope you are proud of yourself here? And I am pleased that you didnt sell yourself short and kept writing..sometimes its so worth doing a long verse & this was the case

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