This Rose Ain't Not Red

By Becky Feldman August 12, 2009 | 847 Views

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I have a lot of things in common with Bette Midler. One is the fact that I wrote a poem entitled "The Rose" in ninth grade, and it, too, is about failure.

Not wait. I mean, it is a failure. I turned it in for a Biology report thinking that my teacher would be so moved by the beauty of my words and give be an A, but my intentions failed. Since then, I never used my creativity to substitute for my responsibilities...

... Except, of course, when it comes to paying rent.

"The Rose"
Written on January 11th, 2000

The quintessential rose,
Is pictured in my mind,
With brilliant red pe[t]als,
And a bold olive vine.

I can see it so vividly,
But when I reach to touch,
It disappears in a second,
Before I am able to touch.

Soon I awake from my reverie,
And look for this perfect rose.
But its picture can't reach my eyes
And its scent can't reach my nose.

My prayers remain unanswered.
I can never catch the sight.
Maybe I need more patience,
And a better guiding light.