Climbing to the Rose

by E_Jae

March 3, 2015

Everyday he gave me a different colored rose-

Everyday, every rose I plucked luminous petal after contrasting petal

With old spoken useless words, I destroyed beauty to see if he loved me or not-

Everyday he gave me a rose-

To tell you he gave me 721 roses would be an exaggeration

In reality he gave me 1 real rose and 718 pieces of chilled wax-

To tell you the truth he gave me 720 I wouldn't specifically all call roses-

For after about 6 maybe 7 there was no more color of roses-

So he gave me all types of flowers-

Everyday after that 7th rose all the types of flowers revealed all types of personalities-

But the thing was after the 719th flower he stopped the images of the new flowers in his mind-

He gave up on making the stems into equal rows-

On the 720th he instead gave me a 2 leafed clover-

When he handed it to me I grabbed onto one petal and still in his grasp was the other one-

The stem slowly fell and planted a bean stock for a new type of flower-

So you see when we both plucked the clover the luck wasn't there-

When we parted-

When we parted it, it came up from the petal alone in my hand-

This clover singing sinfully soothing sounds of silent spoken songs-

Never had he said he loved me

But, never have I once said I loved he-

The leaves were as truthful as the number 16,

He was not the red petal I slowly killed by plucking it from its coursing green-

He was a leaf filled with stems, he was a leaf that was hidden behind many that just happen to fall into my hands-

A mistaken coincidence that I was trying to find a rose that told me at first he loved me not, but ended with he will always love you-

That after 1 rose there would be no need for any more.

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E_Jae

Hi! My name is Erin and I've been a poet for a while now. I discovered my love for poetry in 3rd grade when I read "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. But, I was officially hooked when I read some pieces by Anne Sexton. Those two poets as well as poets like Sam Sax, Sarah Kay, and Micheal Lee are inspirations for the poetry I write. My poetry focuses a lot on me as a writer and what I've been through. I guess you could say I'm a confessional poet more then anything else. But, besides those I also love things like art and music; I'm a graphic design artist and I play the drums. So, that's a little bit about myself, and I hope you enjoy my poetry!

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HY-PHENJul 28, 2018

<p>The journey of this story is beautiful. Btw, I love roses.</p><p>-HY-PHEN</p>