I loved the imagery and wisdom in this poem. The way you can blend words with imagery is a work of art.
PS
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on May 26, 2022
Oh I know this pain all too well and its fragrance after wards. Maybe that's why for years I wrote my feelings and had to release them. As usual you express so deep to the soul..Thank you
The irony of the beauty of the rose, with the pain of it's thorns is something I think as poets we love to write about. This is lovely La Belle, nicely done!
Fee
Your poem has a nicely put double meaning. I actually had a very good caregiver who treated me with care whose name is Rose. Nothing thorny about the way she cared for me and still cares about how I'm doing while she's taking care of her mother.
I'm reminded of the sad French movie I saw. Where the young couple went to Marseilles where she pricked her finger on a thorn on a rose bouquet and being a hemophiliac bled to death slowly on their way back to Paris.
And the weeds and poison oak that I cleared out from the wild roses at the entrance to our little community in West Virginia scratching my bare arms to the elbow with a slight reaction to the poison oak. But it was worth it, because that entrance never looked better after.
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The last verse reminds me of the Mark Twain quote…
‘Forgiveness is the fragrance the Violet sheds on
the heel that has crushed it.”
Diana…🍃
Fee
I'm reminded of the sad French movie I saw. Where the young couple went to Marseilles where she pricked her finger on a thorn on a rose bouquet and being a hemophiliac bled to death slowly on their way back to Paris.
And the weeds and poison oak that I cleared out from the wild roses at the entrance to our little community in West Virginia scratching my bare arms to the elbow with a slight reaction to the poison oak. But it was worth it, because that entrance never looked better after.
Ron