‘A Rose When It Blooms’

A sample from Book 6

 A Rose When It Blooms
  
 it's easy to pass it by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 ―be easily satisfied
by its humble life
  
 it's easy to say goodbye
 if you don't understand― 
its true vibe
 instead of just
its surface shy
  
 it's hard to describe
 what comes from deep inside
 watching a rose come alive
 ―shine in the light
 spread its wings and divide
  
 it's hard to simplify
its gentle lullaby
 ―its pure divine
 without trying to deprive
its exotic fire
 it's hard to amplify
 what its many colors
signify
 or how it mystifies
emotions and desires
 it's hard to transcribe
without trying to terrify
 or leaving questions of why
 ―I'm willing to try
  
 when a rose awakes and divides
emotions thrive
 its very beauty signifies
its power from God†
 ―adding harmony to lives
 making a grown man cry
 leaving the most vocal soul
tongue-tied
  
 once awoken― 
a rose transpires
 all of its drive
all of its pride
 to its newly created empire
 it doesn't try to bribe
 with all its energy it dives
 overriding its individual side
 transforming its tide
refusing to deprive
 so that its vibrance can thrive
  
 with its own awakening desires
  it doesn't place a price
 or intend to bring strife
 it doesn't even think twice
 or wonder if it's right
 it doesn't need or try to justify
 ―connive or lie
 it just breathes life
 ―a humbling sacrifice
 byway of God's† pure light
  
 yes, it's easy to pass by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 the beauty of a rose
 ―opening and coming alive

(June 29, 2013)—I’m a little girl again. I’m wearing a one-piece. I’m standing at the end of my father’s wharf, by the old cypress tree. My little sister is sitting on top of the picnic table, watching. I’m getting ready to run then pretend to go then stop. She slams her hands on her thighs eager for me to take the plunge. She never wants to be the first one in. I have to test the water. At least, the times that I don’t pick her up and throw her butt in first.

I look once more at her. I smile to myself seeing her eagerness. She wants to get in so bad. I take a deep breath and off I run. I feel the boards beneath my feet. One, two, then the water hits my skin like a refreshing cool shower.

I sink then quickly raise. When I reach the surface, I only see the end of her splash. She felt safe. She took the plunge, too…oh, the memories of my childhood.

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