The Word of the Day was Tenderness and I remembered this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago and thought I would share it again.
I remember the roses,
You lovingly tended.
You nurtured them tenderly,
until winter was ended.
You pruned them, protected them,
From all harm intended.
Those prize winning blooms
They were highly commended.
Your presence has gone now,
Your spirit has departed.
Your roses, now long dead,
Like you’d never started.
But I’m here and I wonder,
I never comprehended
Would I have blossomed better?
If your care you’d extended.
Did you love me at all?
No, I think you pretended.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/04/2018
This was written in response to a challenge from my friend Peter Dalby. Peter, having read my previous post, Tender Rose of Youth – Short story in 60 words, asked me If I could turn it into a poem. This is my attempt.
I am very pleased to have been nominated for this award by Dr Tanya of Salted Caramel, see her post here:
Thank you, Dr Tanya, very much appreciated. 🙂
I admit that I do not like sticking to the same genre of writing, I like to try different things and try out lots of challenges.
1. If you are nominated, Congratulations you have been awarded the Versatile blogger award!
2. Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to their blog.
3. Select 10 -15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
4. Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
5. Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
So Seven things about me:
- One of my favourite Authors is Agatha Christie,
- I can speak a bit of Russian.
- I went to school for six months in Perth, Australia.
- I am very fond of Roses, particularly wild roses.
- I have visited Malta twice and absolutely love it. I wish they didn’t kill so many migratory birds though.
- I am absolutely anti-fur for fashion.
- My ideal job would be the supreme leader of the world and I’d like to create my own utopia where everyone is forced to like my stories and poems (a bit like Nero who fancied himself as a composer). Not really, just joking.
OK, now for my nominees.
Oh Prompt me, Do!! Season 2
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Hands in your pocket
Have fun, everyone. 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The vase of gilded roses sat, as they always had, on the sideboard in her grandmother’s neat apartment.
Next to them were the photographs of family members long gone, whose names she’d been made to commit to memory.
She had only once asked about the significance of those roses. Her grandmother’s eyes had welled with tears and so she’d changed the subject.
Their family had been prosperous and powerful once, but no one spoke of their fall from grace.
Someday, she hoped she’d have the courage to ask again and the courage to cope with her grandmother’s answers.
This was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers picture challenge:
22 February 2019
and also included the word prompts:
I thought I would share with you a picture of one of the roses in my garden.
I first saw this rose growing in a local park and I found out its name.
It is called Rhapsody in Blue, which is a brilliant name for a rose, isn’t it?
It isn’t blue, of course, it starts out purple then fades to a dusky blueish purple.
It also has a lovely delicate scent. I am so pleased I have now got this growing at home.
As with a lot of roses it has more than one name. It also goes by the name Frantasia.
A rose with two beautiful names.
Do you have a favourite rose or flower? Does it have a name?
I thought I would try my hand at writing a story in just 60 words. This is my attempt…..
I remember the roses, so lovingly tended.
You cared so much about them. You prepared the soil. You carefully pruned them and removed each damaged leaf. You sprayed them to keep the bugs away, so they would always look their best.
Now you are gone. So are your roses.
I am still here.
If only you’d tended me as well.
copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/April/2018