i love the color red
so i carved out a window small
with a shard and stone, placing
outside the window
a rose red guarded by her thorns
i placed a field of sweet purple clover distant
but not so very far away, and a
road marked by worn gravel and a
line of wooded pine
i walked the field of clover
and the road along the pine
gathering up a memory and wrote
it in a book - so
that i could visit that very window
where the rose had grown
red forever blooming
guarded by her thorns
untouched or knowable
in the window of my wall
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2017
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Interesting return. Many have a flower, untouched, beyond...
ReplyDeleteI think we do need that innermost flower well shielded... love the approach to the red red flower.
ReplyDeleteIt is good that it is written in a book and can be revisited again and again! Great write!
ReplyDeletePhotographing or writing something helps the memory which I assume is one of the windows in one's wall.
ReplyDeleteThe point of view both from the interior and exterior produced a vast image, in time, space and the consciousness.
ReplyDeleteI admire your perspective of the color red and the rose ~ A metaphor for all things we hold dear in our hearts ~ Happy summer ~
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to what we guard within.
ReplyDeleteI think you meant carved not craved. You are a rose
ReplyDeleteOOPS replace the t with an r lol
ReplyDeleteWonderful metaphor, Barbara. I love to return to those meadows and flowers that I hold in my memory bank.
ReplyDeleteloved the image your words evoked...lovely!
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Third time's a charm, I have been having trouble commenting. Lovely poem. I also love red best.
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