Bright Red

How grows the rose

so strong and tall?

Too tall to prune

when you are small.

How sharp the thorns

and prickly be?

So careful still,

but needn't be.

The rose still draws

the red of blood

upon my wrist

above the glove.

Bright red it flows

so close to call

where life but flows

for one and all.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have not grown love well in my life....my garden weeds too easily and too often...i am left with much less than a green thumb...and living alone...just me and the empty flower pot.

[Botania]

Ah Jacob! May your garden bloom in all its wonder, words of whom replete in splendor.

[ANTO]

I have a rule - well its more like an adage to cover up for my poor gardening skills and DIY skills (not that Im suggesting you have poor proficiency in either Botania - not at all) - anyway, I was saying, the adage - 'If you don't bleed doing a job where blood can be easily lost then you aren't giving it your 'all'.
Well okay - busted - its not even an adage - its more like a very flawed thought process ;p

I enjoyed this and know where you are coming from so so much with this writing.
Well done.

[Botania]

Yet it still surprises us. Life is what it is. Thank you ANTO. May your challenges be kind to you, falling quickly to your proficiency and prowess.

[ANTO]

Yep, surprises and reminds us of how fragile we are too. thanks for your good wishes - may they come back to you tenfold. thank you