Apr '12 29

Photo by Zahira. Creative Commons, via Flickr.

Day 29, and we're nearly at the end of this one-month sentence of writing a poem every day.

I was inspired to write today's poem by the prompt and photograph (reproduced above) over at the Tweetspeak Poetry blog.


Roses

three, fresh-picked
extended to you,
hands clenched
bloodied
beneath scarlet undershade
uncertainty
scabbing
settling with familiar fragrance;
contempt streaks us,
you and I;
needing another name
for you
for me
for us.


Posted by Jennifer Liston

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  1. Mike says:

    *Ooh. Prickly, thorny. Like it. Nice dark red one.

  2. Jen says:

    *Thank you. Yeah, none of this sweetness and light stuff! ;-)

  3. Robert says:

    *Nice! I could definitely feel the pain in the imagined protagonists but could feel hope as well even if somewhat distant and elusive.

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