Rose & Thorn Poetry

The Fish of Covet On the banks of  Covet Cove, or so I have been told,   There swam a giant fish richly scaled in gold.      In the depths of bluish sea beneath the roiling tide,   A stunning beauty hid for whom all men vied.  The story spread, in whispered tones cleverly controlled, For each aspired the chance to own alleged gold. All the folk of Covet rushed in peril haste to find, The rumored fish, the special one-of-a-kind. A shadow swam beneath the waves, viewed by man of greed. Before his eyes she splashed swift with lightning speed. On the shore he heaved a sigh. It seemed the perfect size. Rejoiced did he, for now at last he could claim his prize. In raptures of ambition he baited sharpened hook, In vain desire he wily undertook, To deceive the gleaming fish with artful ruse, Tempting gracious gesture, she dared not refuse. With hopeful dreams yet dire misgivings she dared the bite. Snagged she struggled while he pul...

Awhile back I saw a picture of a dresser covered with cups and mugs with sunlight streaming through the window behind it. Inspired, I decided to make up a story behind the mess. I couldn't find the original picture, so I recreated my own version to capture a snapshot of a similar scene. These are my recreated versions The Morning Mess Golden shafts of morning light stream through the window. With Morning’s bright advent and the room touched in its wake, A late night gathering’s unsightly remains are brazenly shown, An expansive mess rudely exposed. An empty bag that once held pretzels, A soda can with the pull-tab missing, Brightly colored jellybeans straying from their home, The mess abandoned on a low coffee table, Its wooden surface sticky from careless spills and sugary specks, With a dirt stained rug underneath. Cups and mugs grouped across the dresser, A set of three tea stained mugs, A duet of tall clear glasses filled with water, A lone tea bag l...

Trying something different. This poem is just as much about appearance as the words.  Monochrome Some days I feel like I’m living in monochrome and everyone else is living in color and I just can’t experience the beautiful colors.  They look so happy smiling in that special way  Doing sweet things and living a lovely day  But I can’t say I’ve felt the same Hazy grey, lackluster mist Ashen taupe Lacerated hope, grasping at wind  They say the world is vibrant  Endowed with glossy hues  An endless adventure  A treasure-trove discovered  Look at them, excitement profuse  Life of colors everyday imbued  Joy on their faces suffuse  Bright beads adorn their necks  They live in dazzling array  Not one trace of grey Daunting hours spread on end Ragged, haggard This unbecoming state Undressed yet clothed in bleakness --curse this weakness-- It is myself I begin to hate  ...

Outcomes (A poem about point of view) He made a guess and it turned out fine, How smart he is. He made a guess and it turned out wrong, What a fool is he, He should have know better. The same things done, The same choices made, But depending on the outcome, People’s views change. Words were spoken, Words were written. If there is silence, Then “Perhaps I should have said nothing.” But if there is confirmation, Then “I am so glad I said something.” The same words spoken The same words arranged But depending on the outcome People’s views change He loves her and she loves him, How sweet they say. He loves her and she does not. Is he a creeper and she is prey? Or is she foolish and he a jackpot? Do we base choices on outcomes, On happy endings? On others’ thoughts? You loved with all you had And you were accepted. You loved with all you had And you were rejected. If you do the right thing and people hate you, If you do the wrong thing and people l...