The Rose and the Wall

“The Rose that blooms along the wall is a miracle” Thích Nhất Hạnh

March

The wall is old and crumbling,
Soft loden moss holds it together
but the cracks grow larger,
Soon it will fall.

April

The season’s last snow
sprinkles white on the moss covered wall
that stands as it’s stood for a hundred years;
it does not rely on my faith to endure.

May

My face wears the traces
of many frowns, Self-centered
and drowning in sorrow,
I am blind to the sun on the wall.

June

Just six weeks since snow fell
in April, The earth is splashed
with the sparkle of June, The rose
that blooms along the wall is a miracle.

August

Moss grows thick on the wall.
Gnarled stems remember the flowering.
Autumn tinges the air. We will rest
when the harvest is in.

 

 

 

 

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6 comments

  1. Hi Sarah

    This held my attention with its beautiful sense of resolve and melancholy from start to finish. I love how you introduce the wall with the mosses holding it together, as if desperately trying to patch the wound, the cracks that are inevitable with weather. Yet , their softness exudes a sense of solace and green comfort despite the adversity of age and weather. And as you journey through each month, there is the “sacred presence” of that blooming rose, a flower of both hope and struggle. The ending is perfect showing how we retain those precious moments in life through memory and appreciation but also move onward ready to encounter the next challenge. I love everything about this poem , the language, the cadence, the imagery and subtlety of the inferred theme.

    Moss grows thick on the wall.
    Gnarled stems remember the flowering.
    Autumn tinges the air. We will rest
    when the harvest is in.

    Thank you for sharing,
    My Best
    Wendy

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  2. A poem that is a metaphor
    for the emotional things people live through,
    among other things.

    In these lines:

    “My face wears the traces
    of many frowns, Self-centered
    and drowning in sorrow,
    I am blind to the sun on the wall”

    The speaker has things about the month
    that make her remember and feel sorrow.
    Even if she believes she is selfish or self centered
    giving in to this sadness.
    We all have a month/a time in our life like this.
    We are blind to the sun on the wall
    that keeps the rose growing.
    We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t feel this way sometimes.

    There is always the moss that helps hold the wall together.

    Much enjoyed.
    Kerri

    Liked by 1 person

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