The yellow rose represents the sun, warmth, and friendships.
Last night I had a dream about yellow roses growing up from a concrete slab. I reached out to them to admire their beauty. My immediate thought was of the magnificent hearts at the Cut-Throat Clubhouse and the care we have for each other. A new beginning beautifully hewn with delicate roses through our concrete prisons serves as a reminder that beauty springs from cold, dark places.
I am lost
At a loss
For real words
To express myself
Exactly the way
I really feel
Without the shedding
Of a tear
Ten thousand tears
A fountain flowing
Cannot control
Falling down
The darkest hole
Cannot run
Cannot hide
From the pain
That lives inside
A dream awakes
My darkened mind
Of yellow roses
At my side
Without thorns
In concrete slabs
In strength they grow
From tiny buds
I reach for them
And their love
Their Sunshine warms
They light the way
They lead me out
I live to fight
Another day
May 8, 2014 at 11:53
Do you often remember your dreams?
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May 8, 2014 at 13:24
Yes,
I have quite vivid dreams sometimes and often write about them. 🙂
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April 3, 2014 at 17:41
Lovely and enduring strength in those flowers that are able to grow in their tough (concrete) environment. As we are tough and can weather our storms… Smiles, Robin
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April 3, 2014 at 17:43
🙂
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April 1, 2014 at 03:13
This is really beautiful . . . I love yellow roses & will always get that quick visualization of them growing from concrete from now on when I see them . . . they do warm and light the way . . . they were included in the casket sprays for my mother & grandmothers funerals . . . thanks for sharing. I’ll be checking out more of your stuff 🙂
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April 1, 2014 at 07:39
Thank you for reading me. I am so happy that you will have happy memories of yellow roses.
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March 26, 2014 at 09:29
Beautiful Teela~
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March 29, 2014 at 18:22
Thank you Tela!
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March 25, 2014 at 23:39
Reblogged this on Texan Tales & Hieroglyphics and commented:
With Permission Graciously Granted, I wish to Share This
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March 25, 2014 at 23:13
Two things first off:
1. Rose in Spanish Harlem
2. Yellow Rose of Texas (which really doesn’t work here, because the song was about a poor half-black-half white girl and not a flower)
Lenny had some deep words about the Song ‘Rose in Spanish Harlem’ though. If I may try to quote him: he said, “Those are some heavy-weight lyrics. And beautiful.”
If he were alive today, he would say the same about your poem. (Yes! I am speaking for Lenny–and for Lance–I do love this Teela. You have a rare combined commodity: Heart and Talent
Must be why your name is Hart.
(Note to self: Lance, change your last name to ‘Hemingway’ or even Melville. What the hell?)
Rock On! Teela! We all love you and what you are doing.
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March 25, 2014 at 23:21
Lance,
That means a lot to me. You are a great talent and I value your opinion.
The piece is actually a dream that I had the other night and I couldn’t shake it so just started writing and that was the result.
Thank you Melville for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.
You’re still my hero. 🙂
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March 25, 2014 at 23:23
Teela, Dear, I am no hero.
But you are.
Why?
Because you made me aware of a problem I knew was there, but denied.
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March 25, 2014 at 23:27
Thank you Lance.
You’re a hero in my eyes
I denied it for 19 years so you’re in good company.
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March 25, 2014 at 23:34
Ya know what? That last sentence I wrote, “Rock On! Teela! We all love you and what you are doing.” is bullshit. Trite, vain, and stupid.
You deserve better than Frat Boy Bullshit: ‘Ya Rock On!’
I am ashamed I wrote that.
Teela, you are a yellow rose in Spanish Harlem…Growing up right through the concrete. Denying all obstacles.
Overcoming.
Living on.
Sometimes my first response is as Shakespeare once said, “A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Your post deserved better than my tripe.
In my defense, I was in a hurry to get back to….oh, I forgot.
🙂
Rock On!
Aw Shit!
There, I did it again.
“Take him out back and shoot him.”
–I do believe that is a movie quote. I just forget the movie.
Love You Teela (that is an original quote, and you may quote the quot’er.)
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March 25, 2014 at 23:38
Laughing………No apologies necessary Lance. I appreciate your sincerity
You are so funny, you make me 🙂
Love you too Hemmingway…… 😉
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March 25, 2014 at 23:42
I’m honored that you reblogged.
Big ole smiles
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March 25, 2014 at 23:45
Way’al Ya know, Lil’ Lady: ya done did that yeller rose o’ Texan thing thar….coud not resis’
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March 25, 2014 at 23:46
😉
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March 26, 2014 at 00:59
PS My son Carey has joined my blog as an author and I would appreciate it if you would visit my site and welcome him aboard. “Pleased to Meet You”
I know it’s late, but whenever you get a chance and then I’ll leave you be 😉
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March 26, 2014 at 09:29
LOL….Lance your so funny!
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March 25, 2014 at 18:03
Beautiful Teela.
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March 25, 2014 at 18:09
Thank you David.
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March 24, 2014 at 23:00
Hey mom. I think it was beautiful. I want you to know that I am proud of you and I love you so much. Thank you for everything you have done for me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you after all.
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March 24, 2014 at 23:02
I love you son. You inspire me more than you know. Did I tell you how much I love you?
Hugs Mom.
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March 24, 2014 at 22:47
Greetings! Awards time, fellow blogger!
I nominate you for The Very Inspiring and Versatile Blogger Awards.
You can check. http://wp.me/p32YrK-1tx for more details.
Have a wonderful day!
Blessings,
belsbror
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March 24, 2014 at 22:33
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
YELLOW ROSES—-SIGNS OF HOPE!
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March 24, 2014 at 22:32
YOU CAN DO IT, TEELA!!!!!!
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March 24, 2014 at 22:34
Thank you Jonathan,
That means a lot to me coming from such an awesome poet as yourself.
I look for your work every day. You make me smile. 🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 22:36
Awesome poet? Naw. but I’m glad and honored to bring a smile to your face…I live for that!!!!!
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March 24, 2014 at 22:38
So do I, thank you for the reblog. I appreciate it. 🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 22:41
YOU DO GOOD STUFF!!!
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March 24, 2014 at 22:45
THANK YOU……I MEAN THAT
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March 24, 2014 at 22:53
🙂 I know…!
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March 24, 2014 at 22:54
🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 20:50
This was beautiful.
Yellow roses are my favorite flower, odd thing though, I can’t stand the sun. LOL
~DA
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March 24, 2014 at 20:54
Thank you. I appreciate that. I’ve never written a “poem” in my life and I know it doesn’t fit in that category, I’m not sure what to call it. Thoughts on a page I guess.
Your poems are so well written and beautiful so your words mean a lot to me.
PS: I drink in the sun like an ice cold coke. 🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 21:00
Teela,
Poetry just is. Mine usually rhymes, but that does not mean it is good. Poems like you wrote, are beautiful. You may not think so, but it is so.
Mmmm, I could go for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. I am from Texas after all. 😉
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March 24, 2014 at 21:02
Thank you. I mean that.
I love sweet tea too. I can never make like my grandma did, so I gave up. 🙂
Really, thank you for the encouragement.
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March 25, 2014 at 22:36
🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 16:55
Beautiful, Tee 🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 19:01
Thank you Triple S! I meant it. 🙂
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March 24, 2014 at 14:02
A beautiful and poignant piece which was very moving.
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March 24, 2014 at 16:27
Thank you Jenni….
I appreciate that.
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March 24, 2014 at 12:31
This is almost as lovely as YOU, Tee ❤
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March 24, 2014 at 12:34
❤
Thank you J.
hugs
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March 24, 2014 at 11:30
Reblogged this on The Cut-Throat Club Online.
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March 24, 2014 at 11:19
Heart-wrenching. Heart-warming. Beautiful.
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March 24, 2014 at 11:24
Thank you Donna.
I appreciate that.
I’m so glad you comment on my posts, it means more to me than you know.
❤
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March 24, 2014 at 11:19
Beautiful and moving, Teela. xxx
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March 24, 2014 at 11:22
Thank you A, I appreciate that coming from such an excellent wordsmith.
It’s not really poetry as such, but I wrote it as it came. And this is the result.
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March 24, 2014 at 12:32
Oh yeah, it’s poetry hate to break it to you, Sister…genuine poetry, but poetry all the same
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March 24, 2014 at 12:36
lol….Thanks Sister…
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