October 7, 2013

Torn Spirit

Among the iron fence,
stands a white rose.
Its thorns all gone,
borrowed by barbed wire.

Still fragrant and colourful,
But no freshness that’s cheerful.
Just a skeletal stem,
no hope, only glum.

It mourns for those lost,
who’ll never return home,
to the warmth of emotions.
A simple plain truth this rose says.

The rose wanted to be,
a part of bride’s bouquet,
and sing wedding songs.
But here it is, all torn and alone.

19 comments:

  1. The photo and your words are both so evocative. Well done.

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  2. i like the sadness in it, it's beautiful.

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  3. Beautiful and expressive Vandana!

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  4. .....all torn and alone.........the saddest truth of life...

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  5. an original and mournful response to the photo - well done ~ M

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  6. The juxtaposition of the rose on barbed wire is striking, and your poetic interpretation is very poignant.

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  7. Wonderfully expressed~
    Sad though...

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  8. so tender and full of sorrow.

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  9. So touching...beautiful words for the photo

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  10. I like the contrast of the photo & this poem.

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  11. I liked how you weaved the phto and the words together...

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  12. Beautifully written ... great metaphor.

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  13. What an amazing juxtaposition.

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  14. "the rose wanted to be..." nice metaphor.

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  15. I agree with your label, "Sad," Vandana. Continue to the unspoken, unwritten here, someone put that flower on the fence. It didn't grow there. Woe to him!!!
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    BTW, to avoid the HOT blinking snowflakes when trying 'Publish' I tab along until the 'Puplish' button is active. Then I press my 'Enter' key on the computer. Lots better than trying to 'mouse it.'
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