Friday, April 25, 2008

Bitter Blossoms


I have planted you stout
Nourished from the rich soil
Of my heart
Watered in shed tears
Roots burrowed ever deep
Pruned with shears
Of anger

Bitter blossoms creeping
Seeding every dark corner
Thorny stems ever piercing
Fresh wounds
Years of tender nurturing
And yet, I can’t recall
Your name



copyright Sherry Obsheatz

6 comments:

DaisyBug said...

I really like this! Excellent metaphors! Thanks for sharing it!

LN- Nickers and Ink said...

Very well done!

Blessings,
Linda
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June said...

Powerful and profound words!

SunShine said...

The imagery of this poem reminds me of a tattoo I once saw that had a heart embraced & pierced by the thorns of a rose bush. I find it interesting as well, how you have been able to dig really deep and shed light on the fact that even those early experiences in young love that ended with the innocent heart broken can be rooted deep within. Thank you for this!

Beloved Dreamer said...

Wow, I really love this poem. It reaches deep into heart that has been frozen for over six years. My heart is still dead but your lovely sight makes me smile. I am so glad I found your poem.

-bd

OneMoreBeliever said...

bitter blossoms...and yet i can't recall your name... excellent