My love for you
is not like petals, soft and frail
it’s not nocturnal
like the attar-scented lips of youth
No,my love is not the rose’s bloom.
My love for you
is not like prickly daggers
drawing morning blood,
it’s not like claws of wicked words
No, my love is not the rose’s thorns.
My love for you
is upright, standing strong against
the winter storm, my love may sometimes
bend but never, never it will break.
My love for you is like the rose’s stem.
A love poem written for Karin’s prompt at toads.
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November 23, 2018
This is an innovative use of the rose as trope.. I like the construction with the negative statements followed by the declaration. Great conclusion.
This is BEAUTIFUL….love that is strong, like the rose’s stem. I love the Is Not….Is format, very cool.
Nice one, B. I like the last line. I’ve not seen that drawing. Perfect prompt.
Nice one!
Geez. That is really cool. Profound and original. I like that notion very much. Inspiring.
A very clever trope, Bjorn. Much enjoyed! K.
Dude! That is beautiful and creative. I had no idea where you were going with the rhetoric until you landed at the stem, and it’s just so darned sensible and poetic. I’m jealous that I didn’t think of it first.
Yes, Bjorn, I feel standing tall for your mate should come with ones love. Still I’m old fashioned and do like the mushy stuff as well. The rose flower is a flower of love, long stemmed are the most desirable. You nat have hit on reasons for their allegorical place.
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…. and when love leaves life seems bleak. I miss standing strong love. A beautiful poem, Bjorn.
Yes, so great! Those rose stems are so sturdy, for sure. Love this, love this kind of love.
This is so cool — I always love your use of negation; it creates a flow in which the last stanza feels like something awaited.
This is beautiful.
How beautiful. I love the roses stem. Wonderfully romantic. True Love can definitely withstand winters chill https://noelliesplace.com/2019/01/27/once-upon-a-time/