As if an Enfeebled Rosebud

[PrinceMyshkin]

I cannot tell, at times,
whether I’ve plucked health
from sickness or whether
it was the other way around.

But does it matter? Isn’t the health
that is retrieved from sickness
inflected a little whence it came?

And is not sickness
a longing for health,
the memory of it...

as if an enfeebled rosebud
had nothing to grow by
except someone, somewhere’s
memory of a rose...

[_Shannon_]

In the midst of my death cold- I can whole-heartedly relate...

[Sweets America]

That is very beautiful, especially the last stanza. I'm not sure I get it all but that is very strong.
I need to hear from you. I need for us to find a time to talk about what you're going through.

[Virgil]

I think this is beautiful too. Simple and touching with a solid metaphor at its core. The choice of "whence" seems interesting and unlike you Prince. I would have thought you would have gone for the more common word. I'm not sure if I would have preferred "whence" or "'from which" or perhaps something simpler.

If this reflects any illness you may have, I hope you feel better. :)

[symphony]

this when i'm having a fever :lol: perfect!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I think this is beautiful too. Simple and touching with a solid metaphor at its core. The choice of "whence" seems interesting and unlike you Prince. I would have thought you would have gone for the more common word. I'm not sure if I would have preferred "whence" or "'from which" or perhaps something simpler.

If this reflects any illness you may have, I hope you feel better. :)

No illness, thanks for your concern, though it might have grown out of my struggle to overcome my nicotine addiction.

As for your query re "whence," thank you first of all for your always meticulous reading and I did hesitate before using "whence," conscious that it might come across as self-conscious or even pretentious. By and large it's my intention to confine myself to words I might use in conversation with a peer, but here I thought "whence" was justified inasmuch as I was conscious that even from the opening, I cannot tell in place of the more colloquial or more informal I can't tell, I was setting up what was intended to be formal discourse, Poetry rather than poetry.

[eyemaker]

Nice poem PriceMyshkin!

[dibyendra]

I can relate this poem to myself at this moment of desperation.





as if an enfeebled rosebud
had nothing to grow by
except someone, somewhere’s
memory of a rose...


Very nice stanza, PrinceMyshkin! :thumbs_up