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Yes, this is true of the Rose ~ I have the angel face in bloom right now, ahead of my yellow/peace Rose --- but most of the time, I let the blooms alone and just enjoy their beauty on the bush ('cause the thorn pricks hurt
) ~ I enjoyed this much ~ Always ---- Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on July 24, 2008 at 8:47 PM
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Beautiful writing SF! Loved it! I will watch out for those thorny roses!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on July 23, 2008 at 2:57 PM
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Poignant! I have yellow roses in my garden! They get me good. Love the intonation in this poem! sam
posted by
sam444
on July 23, 2008 at 2:17 PM
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I've been scorned by a thorned rose a time or two.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 23, 2008 at 1:28 PM
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Wonderful truth, watch out for those thorns, they go DEEP
Your poem speaks volumes.
posted by
yellowrose55
on July 23, 2008 at 11:14 AM
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hehe so true
I agree completely.. my heart is almost constantly pierced. Written so sweetly too - brilliant.
posted by
lionreign
on July 23, 2008 at 4:13 AM
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So true. Agree with the idea of the danger lying beneath beauth
posted by
midget34
on July 23, 2008 at 12:39 AM
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Wonderfully, wonderfully written, Joe! I'll be back for more... - Chris
posted by
Marineair
on July 23, 2008 at 12:36 AM
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I wonder does mom really have no thorns??? LOL..Awesome work Dad!
posted by
Wigopa_
on July 22, 2008 at 11:56 PM
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Terrific analogy of a cold person. Very nice
posted by
VictoriaP
on July 22, 2008 at 11:13 PM
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Re: Sinome
Thank you so much for your kind and sensitive remarks. Your comments have the beauty of a poem. Very well said.
Joe 
posted by
SFJoseph
on July 22, 2008 at 10:12 PM
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Beautiful poem Joseph, I do love roses, perhaps because of that tinge of danger that surrounds them. Everything worth having is worth fighting for...so no threat will keep me away from the fragrant beauty and the softness of a rose. Me and my trusty garden shears will take care of those mean thorns. Now if it were only so easy to take care of those "thorns" that sometimes keep us away from love.
posted by
Sinome
on July 22, 2008 at 9:30 PM
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Nicely done
posted by
skye08
on July 22, 2008 at 9:25 PM
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i agree with NiteTide. Your poems sound classic.
posted by
Luz_Briar
on July 22, 2008 at 8:33 PM
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You touch the thorns when the scent seduces you. Take care, However nobody calls me yellow, call me BCA, Hee hee! “Top of the Stairs”
posted by
BC-A
on July 22, 2008 at 8:24 PM
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Re: NiteTide
Hi Mindy. Glad you liked the verse. The yellow rose in this poem was particularly thorny. Luckily I have found a rose that was naturally thornless. (Marion's mother) Roses can be difficult, you just have to find the right rose.
Joe
posted by
SFJoseph
on July 22, 2008 at 8:14 PM
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LOL, which is PRECISELY why I am not a fan of roses.
This was a beautifully made poem (as always!!!) -- You sure do know how to write verses that swim in my head.....
posted by
NiteTide
on July 22, 2008 at 7:54 PM
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