http://slow.writerscafe.org/ccrestinemay The original writings of author T. Rhodora en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003500 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Have you seen only the rose?Have you not felt its fineness as you touched its coarse stalk?Have you no regard to the leaves humbly resting underneath to not adumbrate its grace?Or have you flung it as you pricked your fingers with its exultant thorns?If eyes made you see the rose,I gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1994246/ In this affective state of consciousnessOne with the shadows of the pastthat are kept hiddengently evanescing in every drop of beam of the everdazzling sun ---- in its light concealedT. Rhodora http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1868111/ The cork is that what surface in the eyesThe layered years of cambium is that what is coveredThe heartwood of life’s conquest is that what lies underneathBeneath the wrinkled furrows of lifeAre the celebrated triumphs of humanity Consider the lump of pains and sorrows enduredT. Rhodora http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1757345/ Sometimes potentials are not seen and were left unappreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1756486/ Coldness creepsDarkness crawlsDesolate heartIn the corner forlorn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1756482/ The poem is about how insecurity sometimes eats up all that is wonderful in us and blinds us from seeing what's beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ccrestinemay/1756479/