Blood red stains the surface of the intertwining petals. Like a tightly wound knot it keeps its grip. Clasping around its own heart, letting the center of it just barely see the light that strained to give it life. Large thorns thrust them self from its body, ready for the soft hand that would unwittingly pierce itself on them. Yearning for the high pitched scream that would rent the air asunder. Relishing the taste of blood as it slid sinisterly down its stem as the screams turned to tears. The wails of its victim excited it, and made it want to spread itself out. To take in the beautiful misery it had caused. But it could not move. It would wait there until a rubber hand would pluck it from the brush. Breaking the thorns that gave it joy, and then the very people it had oppressed would watch as it wilted and died in the windowsill.
The sun beat down on its mangled corpse as its torturers plucked it once again from its perch. Tossing it in the garbage, the lid closing over its broken form. Then all was black...
wow..... my ex used to give me roses all the time! and I felt like
"the sun beat down on its mangled corpse as its torturers plucked it once again from its perch. Tossing it in the garbage, the lid closing over its broken form. Then all was black..."
after I left.........
wow...... powerful! Great write, great imagery.... so descriptive and right on!
Great story telling. This did justice in the realm of getting the message across. Great message. There's lot of times where a story can have a great message to aim for, and have a lot of under lining things but then no one gets it, and if no one gets it, then the point has failed. But in my opinion this did well to get the message across. You made it clear, which is why I think it's good. Keep up the good work. What was also great was that I could imagine the story as I read it, and that is also a strong point of stories. The ability to have the reader imagine it because after all we're reading not watching it, but it was as if I was there as I read this, and that is great. Good job once again.
The story of the rose symbolizes a lot of things, such as love, the course of time, the mistakes we make in our lifetimes...
Really beautiful descriptions and images :)
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Thanks! I'm thrilled you enjoyed my work thank you so much for reading!
wow..... my ex used to give me roses all the time! and I felt like
"the sun beat down on its mangled corpse as its torturers plucked it once again from its perch. Tossing it in the garbage, the lid closing over its broken form. Then all was black..."
after I left.........
wow...... powerful! Great write, great imagery.... so descriptive and right on!
I never thought roses were so malicious, so full of blood thirst. I guess my frail human mind can't grasp the essence that is a rose.
Very cleverly written, I enjoyed reading your poem.
Dark, diverting and deliciously indulgent. Masterpiece.
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12 Years Ago
Wow thank you! I'm really glad you liked it!
12 Years Ago
I was intrigued by this because it reminded me of a twist to a poem I once read called "Said The Ros.. read moreI was intrigued by this because it reminded me of a twist to a poem I once read called "Said The Rose" by George H. Miles. Check it out! It's lovely.
Yeah... This really is what happens. It starts off great and exciting. Then hurts, dies, and then gets thrown away. It amazes me how this is written. So true. The greatest and truest story about a rose.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Thank you for the detailed review! I'm really thrilled you enjoyed my work thanks for reading!
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I have been featured in about 4 books, have won several contests for my work and currently have a paperback edition of my works. (Titled "A Winter Wa.. more..