THE PINK ROSE

passion, nature, alone

Alone, in springtime, I cultivate my colorful rose garden

prick my finger on a pink rose stem

a slight smudge of bright red blood

trickles to my palm

a blemish, no distress

resembles a red tattoo

I recall as a wee child

I would shriek at the glimpse of blood

time being I kiss the rose

grateful for its sugary fragrance

which edifies my spirit

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Our thoughts and beliefs can change with the passing of time. Your lines Betty reminded me how terrified I was as a child of dragonflies. I would scream for my Dad if I could hear them in my bedroom late at night. A boy in my class wisely showed me how to pick one up in my hands. That was a huge ordeal for me, but once done, my fear of them completely went. Your lines brought that memory back. There is much to learn from nature. Thank you fir sharing these lines and where they took me. Keep safe and well.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Chris for reaching out and relaying your own creepy sights as a child; nice review! Fondly Betty

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Betty. Take care.

[light and ashes]

A slightly simple write....but so beautiful.. absolutely love it.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you!

[light and ashes]

You're welcome!

[Lea Sheryn]

I remember pricking my fingers on roses as a child. It was quite dreadful to see the blood flow. As I grew up, I changed my mind about roses. They are more beautiful than hurtful.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Lea, yes they are beautiful, although can be dangerous too

[Lea Sheryn]

There are a lot of things in life that can be beautiful and just as dangerous.

[Betty Hermelee]

very true!!

[Just Kim]

This is a beuatiful write, with deep meaning behind it. Nicely done

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank Kim, for visiting my page and reviewing my poem; I really appreciate it.

[Wórdsmíth]

well.. something relatable not exactly but i still remember my college days since one of my class-mates tried to crush one caterpillar that, i don't know from where, just fell down on the classroom floor. I used to scar of it a lot so couldn't pick up but didn't even let him kill it.. i pushed him back and asked him not to kill...

.. he looked at me; smiled & picked that caterpillar; asked me to take it on hand but i didn't.. and he nicely let him free - and fly outside the window. It was all Springtime, i guess.

childhood or adulthood memories are always pretty unique ones to be remembered, and it even strikes us often times even when we are older than how we once used to be.

[Lorry]

And wee you would have felt it was so mean to have something so pretty hurt you. It's funny how we acclimatise to it over the years, perhaps being a little more wiser as the years pass and we are made more aware of the world being out to get us.
I seem to recall mini-me lessons learned of "Don't go near the flowers, that's where bees wait to sting you!" Bess must have shrunk because I remember it clearly and it was at least the size of my fist... Which becomes the size of my head aftera drink and retelling
Ahh, youth... I knew her well. 😀

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re right... as we age bees, thorns etc bother us less, because we have learned to live with them, thanks for visiting! Best, Betty

[Lale]

Aaah Betty! you never cease to create magic with simple words. Nature is a miracle. Thank you loads for sharing this beautiful poem. Kind regards

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Lale, a little prick as a child is a big deal but as an adult it no big deal and yes roses can raise your spirit , especially if you’re alone , the smell alone is like an aphrodisiac
Thanks fo visiting; best, Betty

[Dara]

Simply lovely! How interesting it is that our perceptions and sometimes fears change as we become adults. I love roses too and being pricked by one would sting for a bit but like you could look at it as something of a beautiful red tattoo. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Dara for that lovely comment! I love roses, but don't have much of a green thumb so haven't tried in real life!! Best, Betty

[barleygirl]

I love how you intermingle the colors of red & pink in your poem, kind of reminiscent of a Valentine scene where one's heart gets pierced by an arrow. I love how you remember & capture one of those throbbing visualizations that stand out for us decades later, painting it as vividly as if it happened yesterday. I love the symbolism that that which made us quesy long ago might well be what turns us on after we've evolved thru a few different renditions of ourselves (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Margie, I really don't have a green thumb! But I love the look and smell of a rose! Thanks for a lovely review...xo B

[John the Baptist]

A life lesson here, illustrated by an everyday incident. Beauty can sometimes be accompanied by pain, thus nothing is either all good nor all bad. Stop and smell the roses; just don't grip them too tightly.

[Betty Hermelee]

Lovely review John, so appreciate it! Best, Betty

[Wild Rose]

Even the pretty pink roses have a nasty sting
Yes they draw blood to stain your hands
And often the neighbouring pink roses

[Betty Hermelee]

Very true, but I love them anyway!! Thanks