Gnarled, Graceful, Green Words Contest
By: Constance La France ~ 9/30/23
"People will forget what you said, forget what you did, but will never forget how you made them feel." ~ Maya Angelou I woke with twisted thoughts, coiling in my mind like a trellised vine, weaving through my head Gnarled bits of thread stitched me to my bed and both my eyes were sewn shut til I was blind I heard the sound of my notebook pages turning by one whose mind was gnarled and full of hate I could not see to stop him. I was much too late to save my poetry. They'd been set afire, burning A grizzled hand ripped the stitches from my eyes A man with bony knees, bulbous nose, nubby toes, said, "I am an ugly thorn, and you a beautiful rose." He cursed at me with a snarl, "It's you I despise!" Tears bled from the gnarly bloke. One fell on my cheek I asked him to please free me from the tangled thread He released me, and then I stood before him and said, "When a rose needs protection, it's a thorn it will seek." He stood to full height. The scorning frown disappeared A smile curved his lips and he flexed each fingertip. He shook my hand as if we'd just signed a partnership His life had meaning, for he felt esteemed and revered
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