My Meaning:
A rose —
Simple in itself, a statement and an image. It is as it is.
Prickly, sweet —
It has a natural duality that encompasses human nature and environment.
A drop —
We sacrifice. Even in our best intentions, we may bleed.
Sewn and strewn —
We plant seed in life, but also for flowers, and boast our achievements like a trophy or a flower placed for all to see.
Remembered —
We give it, and life, deeper meaning than it has for our own comfort.
Seen in actuality and metaphor —
We both see it in realism and in what we strive for its value to be placed as.
Blood red —
A color deep, ingrained within us, that also serves as a metaphor for how we allow our hearts to place emotion in a realm of deluded allegory.
Beating —
It’s alive and growing.
Every odd —
Not all things are natural, some are strange. We also beat odds and thrive through adversity.
A cloak —
Instead of saying what we mean, we place the meaning on objects and hide behind the flower.
A petal plucked —
The nature of sacrifice, and the nature of killing what we admire by breaking it down.
Deep is the color —
Blood and roses share a depth that we dare to capture in our emotions.
Hidden and seen —
We have hidden and seen emotions that we dare to share in secret, never truly uttering the words.
A badge —
Roses are a gift and a placeholder for the words we dare not utter in love.
An homage —
We throw them down when we die, for our loved ones.
A rose —
Back to simplicity, because it is rarely seen as such.
Prickly —
Are the thorns that protect it.
More than just —
Simplicity can never just be.
Roots —
We as a society have named it as more than a rose, and it is deep within us. We pluck it, yet it is rooted.
Run deeper —
We only speak on what it is, but we never dare think of how far it came before we are allowed to admire it. The metaphors we create serve as the journey we have embarked on to get to the rose.
What does this poem mean to you?
