Monday, May 21, 2012


Sea Rose
by H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,

more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem---
you are caught in the drift.

Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.

Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?

Sometimes we feel like that sea rose:  not so pretty, a little bedraggled and perhaps
battered by the wind and water.  But when someone loves you, they love you just as you are!  Isn't that an amazing thing?

I hope you feel the love of someone who accepts you just as you are today.


Sadami said...


Carol Blackburn said...

That is beautiful, Rhonda...thanks for sharing it.

Autumn Leaves said...

Excellent thoughts, Rhonda.

Pam Johnson Brickell said...

Isn't that just the most joyous thing.... to be loved for being you and loving and celebrating another and yourself?

RH Carpenter said...

I'm so glad you all enjoyed this one and the thoughts it gave me when reading it. Love you all!!!