Bougainvillea
To cut or not to cut...that is the question
whether to allow thorns to again draw blood
or to watch as a gentle hand is pierced
Could that I seek a simpler answer
as bougainvillea exposes passions
from its different colors and brings such a glorious sense
Alas, their beauty is a curse
giving to my flesh the wounds of battle
leaving scars upon outstretched arms
My kingdom for a stem without thorns!
What is a bougainvillea, is it a sweet blush of a flower?
Is it a vine that intangles or a shrub that borrows space?
Is it a way to see an ornament of nature
bloom without fragrance or a false rose with little promise
a flower with thorns or thorns with flowers?
Yes is it nobler of the mind to live with bougainvillea
which needs no care and can sustain itself
or seek out roses which take more prudent care?
Ah! This realm...this yearning...this heartland, needs both
3/17/19 contest Bougainvillea
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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