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Roses amidst rubble

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The fortress has been compromised again. This time, one weight-bearing wall has been felled and a portion of upstairs is now downstairs. Amidst remnants of thoughtless words and conduct, a slab of confidence from above leans, legless, at an angle from the high back of doubt down to the floor of sadness.

Inside, fingernails scratch for answers among shards of unrest and questioning. How could the fate of a fortress rest in the brokenness of a tea cup? A bent knife curls outward from the rubble away from reasoning toward tenderness.

Outside, it’s as if nothing has happened. The roses bloom ungoverned. From the usual neglect, they hang soaked with burden, and the bottommost ones lie, spread like dogs’ chops, on the ground.

The fountain still spurts water fitfully to the heavens so that it dashes madly to the stones below the basin.

The ground looks healthy in kelly green.

And when night falls down on it all, the Tawny Owl is still in her hollow, but with a new call, “Watch what you do… Watch what you say…”

 

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12 Responses to “Roses amidst rubble”


  1. June 3, 2012 at 11:16 pm

    Lovely…I almost felt a metaphor ringing…A political discussion

    • 2 zanzinece
      June 4, 2012 at 3:53 am

      Thanks for that Jeeves, and for stopping by : ) I was cryptically on about other things, but I can easily see a political aspect!

  2. June 4, 2012 at 5:15 am

    This is so true! We may be battered and broken inside, but outside and all around us the world continues on as though nothing happened. Lovely work!

    • 4 zanzinece
      June 4, 2012 at 5:34 am

      Indeed, and it may be status quo for anyone who’s not what might be termed ‘enlightened’!
      Thanks so much for visiting, Belva : )

  3. June 4, 2012 at 5:59 am

    What you say and do can certainly fell walls..i think that rose will pick her little head up though..and no longer be ‘spread like dogs’ chops’ (hound of a line)..Jae

    • 6 zanzinece
      June 4, 2012 at 6:13 am

      Amen, Sister! About the rose, though, it’ll probably end up cut and stuck in a vase!
      Good to see you here, Jae : )

  4. June 4, 2012 at 10:25 am

    Yes, it is one of those things where we can easily chop off the edges and watch the rest grow into a stark bloom. And I hope, if it is a relationship, your whole heart has not been spent. Many blessings.

  5. June 4, 2012 at 11:28 am

    I really like your take on “Fortress”…so much real life flows in your words…so much of me hidden among the petals…excellent writing…

    • 12 zanzinece
      June 4, 2012 at 1:48 pm

      Thank you, gsb. It’s despair and hope at once, what I wrote about with one thought in mind, and yet it’s the human condition in general. That’s sad and happy at once : )


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