Creative Poetry: Rose Thorn

I have always been a negative person. Let me just say this. I do agree completely with this poem, even now, even as I recognise the negativity here. Let's face it, I am an amateur at this, not like all the lit graduates who can spin yarns and poems at whim, and completely rock them too. My poems tend to be straightforward and on the nose, while they manage to bring subtle elements you never even thought existed. Which should provide some context to this poem. Read on.


They think; they ponder,
They add music to words
Form magic with their fingers
Poetry, an art - their art.

He puts words and words

Works with hammer and anvil

Beats the metal into shape

Force, not delicacy, his aid

He reads their work

Admires the soft hand

The fragile beauty

The Subtle relief

And then they see him

See potential, they say

He's quick to anger

They mock his crude ways!

He wants to be one of them
They tell him he's a peer
Then why are they like rose petals
And he the proverbial thorn?