a valentine to the variety;

[vendettaisforv]

Roses are red, violets are blue;
   Think of the things you've yet to do.
The lily is pale, the ivy is green;
   Think of the things than you haven't seen.
The crocus is purple, the clover is peach;
   Think of the things you've yet to teach.
The jasmine is white, the marigold, amber;
   Think of the things one must remember:
Roses are red, violets are

Comments

[blackmagicjazz]

Ha...! Beautiful. It takes an intelligent man to properly weave the silk mantle of poetry around such banal words as men speak!

[vendettaisforv]

Thank you, as well! Perhaps we could discuss the craft over coffee at some later date.

[spiritunbridled]

The mention of all those flowers makes me homesick... but you're right. We're stuck here and there's no point moping about what we can't do while we are; it's a lot better to be focused on how we can help each other and ourselves.

[vendettaisforv]

An excellent attitude! I'll admit; this valentine began thinking of violet carsons---roses I raise, which have likely finished dying, with noone to tend to them. (Still, I suppose they'll stay, and dry, and some should seed---I shan't lose them.)

Should you find soil, I'd like to learn of it.

[spiritunbridled]

Your children are flowers?

[vendettaisforv]

Oh, no, no! I've simply kept the rosebushes watered and well-lit, although they are darling.

[mysterious_moi]

Such command of prose!

"Everything's possible, nothing is true..." How very true indeed. Or... untrue... I think I have gotten my point across well enough.

[vendettaisforv]

It was a pleasure; poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is the ash.

There is the improbable, but it's near enough to whatever's next.

[overlords_wrath]

What's so great about this? Anyone can write stupid poetry.

Roses are smelly and violets are too;
Flowers are stupid and so are you.

Heh, see?

[vendettaisforv]

"If conditions aren't right, the poem won't come out. It will sit inside and stew, and emerge a different beast." The important thing is this: that it emerges in some form, for everyone has some word to add to the song of the world, if each one will will to raise a voice. You've contributed, which is something in itself.

At least I've prompted a couplet.

[roseliberation]

Quite quaint, sir V.
I hope we can expect to hear more.

[vendettaisforv]

Thank you; I should hope so, myself.