Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Rose On The Fence

Inattention killed my roses.
I guess the same could be said of me.
Perhaps that's why I knelt in the grass
and wept
as if they meant the world to me.

Inattention let the horses run wild.
I guess the same could be said of me.
Perhaps that's why I'm sitting in this bar
looking for more
than a drink.

Fences get harder to mend.
Some roses never bloom again.
And a woman just might stay gone
if let go too long.

For the last One Shot Wednesday and the grand opening of  dVerse!

54 comments:

jen revved said...

Terrific poem, so poignant-- did you mean fences to mend? xxxj

kkrige said...

A warning for partner, self or the uninhibited. I like it however I look at it.

Helena White said...

Love this! And I really like your Mother After Dark signage lol!

hedgewitch said...

Your first stanza echoed something I actually did once in my second marriage, may the stake stay buried in its evil heart. A poem with no frills, but quite a few chills.

And the blog looks *fabulous* Good work all round.

Brian Miller said...

nice..relevant and true..inattention kills...

Sean Vessey said...

MZ: well said and good advice/warning. Enjoyed the warning in the last verse...

Alice Audrey said...

A woman's man really needs to get a clue here. Great poem.

*looks around* Nice new digs too.

G-Man said...

Psssst.
Whats your sign?

Sylvia K said...

Having four kids, I do so relate -- even if they're grown and I'm old! Damn!

Sylvia

Reflections said...

Poignant... direct... freeing write.

missing moments said...

Love it and your new home!

Susannah said...

Really like it, and your new home. :-)

Fireblossom said...

I'm so happy you did this! And the title is so you, you ivory tower poetry snob, you!

Roses have thorns, fences have splinters, and sins of omission have their price, too.

Dulce said...

Beautiful! Great new blog ;-)

Monika said...

This makes me sad, like you reflected the entire state of my mind too, in your words.
Intriguing.

lynne said...

yes...felt like i was reading about me... back then..
much enjoyed

Brendan said...

You've doubled the conundrum, that fragrant calyx with on its tower of thorns, hanging now on a fence between home and More ... And without the midground work only two can engage, yeah, weeds grow, bottles thirst and the dusty horses appear, offering rides elsewhere, anywhere ... Not exactly erotica I thought but surely from a less publishable domain than that upon which the meditating Daughter sits ... Love the neon sign, why not make that the handle for this blog? You make me want to restart a blog I'd fingered for backdoor confessions and the like ... Good, intense writing can be found there, though not for G-rated, dayside eyes. (I like the background contrast of this blog, too, black compared to the sunflowery white of your main vehicle. Hope this sufffices for whiskey, ... as Hedgewitch says, it's much, much cheaper ... Brendan

macdougalstreetbaby said...

Mmmmm. Lovely and true.

G said...

Very kewl indeed.

Just add this to my subscription feed.

Andy said...

So sad when this happens. Your ending is so powerful.

I too like the flashing "Motherhood After Dark" ;-)

Heaven said...

I love the lines "Inattention killed my roses"....nice transition to "killing" a woman. Great share~

I see you re-designed your blog - nice touch of pink there~

California Girl said...

this i like...as women, i think we've all felt this way.

ayala said...

Love this !

Lynn said...

I love the poem and the title to the blog. And the neon effect. Cool.

Pat Hatt said...

Great poem and the title of the blog is great, love it..haha

Christine said...

you've birthed this well, look forward to seeing the creativity here

TechnoBabe said...

You can catch more than crabs waiting in a bar having a drink looking for something more. Yikes.

Louise said...

Loving the new blog! So easy to let things 'go', passing us by & doing nothing about it..well written poem..

A Lady's Life said...

Yes marriage and friendship take work.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

To quote the wisdom of 38 Special...

"Just hold on loosely, but don't let go. If you cling too tightly, you're gonna lose control. You both need someone to believe in, and a whole lotta space to breath in."

Not too shabby for a Southern Rock/Pop band, even though I do refer to them as "38 People" because they have so many superfluous band members - all cousins, no doubt.

ab said...

Woah. That last stanza hits home with all the wisdom of 17 grandmothers.

Grandma's Goulash said...

Congrats on your new blog. What a good poem to start things off

brenda w said...

A cautionary tale seldom heeded by those with thick heads. Just saying. I like your new digs!

Beachanny said...

I like your blog too! Thinking of a facelift for mine to match the new times! Loved this. Roses are not "my" flower they were my mother's. I think of them as her symbol. But now I have a world of them inherited, gifted, planted, birthdays, mother's days - roses (and I've told them my flower is a Marguerite (daisy)) So I know that inattention and attending guilt..in all you mentioned. You took me in. Well done!

C Rose said...

Wonderful prose of the pain of self neglect, simple yet powerful ~ Rose

Claudia said...

inattention kills indeed..tight write mama zen and i LOVE your new place

Ann Grenier said...

Motherhood after dark in neon, wow! It certainly catches one's attention! Inattention killed the roses; how sad, evoking a sense of guilt.

kaykuala said...

Inattention is a bad word, agreed! It however can trigger off initiatives and efforts to effect corrections for the better.Incisive and beautiful!

Little Mochi said...

Love your new home!

Lady Nyo said...

Speaks to my heart and experience.

The sparseness of the poem carries it well....

Lady Nyo

Belinda said...

Congratualtions on the birth of your new blog! Great blog name, great poem.

Thanks for reminding us that mothers don't stop needing/wanting attention. Preferably from the right people, that is.

rmp said...

your words remind me of part of an old poem written AGRs ago..."it is a love that like the rose will slowly wilt and die, but one that will blossom with the right nourishment." nourishment comes in many forms...attention being one of them. lovely poem.

Jo Bryant said...

So powerful and sad. WOW

Unknown Mami said...

Someone once said something very similar to me when he broke up with me.

lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog said...

my fav part:

"Inattention let the horses run wild.
I guess the same could be said of me.
Perhaps that's why I'm sitting in this bar
looking for more
than a drink."

felt like I was sitting beside the poet/you

Lolamouse said...

Congrats on the new blog! It's lovely! Nice to have a place of your own where you're not always "someone's mother," eh? The poem is lovely as well. I've actually cried over dead tulips because they meant more to me than just mere flowers. I get this one.

starrlife said...

Love the new place! And your poetry is divine!

-t- said...

"as if they meant the world to me."

'as if' will get us every time, won't it?

Evelyn said...

saucy and dark.
love this...
especially that last stanza
especially especially the last 2 lines...

mrs mediocrity said...

ooh, yes, great metaphors/comparisons. love the new space!

Randy Behavior said...

I so agree with this Mama but especially like the way you said it!

haikulovesongs said...

everything can suffer from inattention, don't you think? this has a very honest, "this is your last warning" feel to it. brilliant! ♥ dani

mjshorts said...

A great piece of writing.
Also a warning to ensure we remember to pay attention to the things and people we love.

Anonymous said...

"Inattention killed my roses.
I guess the same could be said of me."

Fabulous opening.

~Shawna