"Roses are Red" for Carry on Tuesdays

"The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love" Did you know that? No, I said, how do you come up with these things? I don't come up with them, I read them. You know in poetry books. You might try it some time. OK, where did the rose thing come from? You probably think I don't know. Well they are the opening words of "A White Rose" by John Boyle O’Reilly. You should read some poetry. You may discover a romantic heart. She had a devilish grin on her face. She was looking up at me, her brown eyes giggled at me. She wiped the rain drops from her face. Which rose do you like the best? I didn't know. I had never really thought about roses. To me they were just another flower. To her, they were everything. We were standing in the rain, looking into the flower shop window. She loved to walk in the rain. She was born to live in San Francisco. I was just a visitor. I don't like any roses in this rain, I replied. Oh come on you old grump, tell me which one you like the best. She was still looking up at me with her turned up nose and her freckled cheeks. The rain was running down her face. She was smiling. She was my own personal Sun. She created light and warmth on a cold rainy San Francisco evening. OK, if you really need to know, I prefer the red ones. Why? She always had to know why. Never could I be a "just because". I finally replied, I like red because they are prettier and they smell better. Yes, but what about passion and love? Remember "Red is Passion and White is Love". Are you just Passionate for me or do you Love me? Well I know I have a great passion for you. It would be wonderful for your naked body to join my naked body in a nice warm shower. Her eyes sparkled and her devilish grin appeared. Maybe when you learn to love the "White Rose". The fog horn moaned across the bay and my lustful soul moaned in the San Francisco night.

14 comments:

  1. Haha, that was one of those lose/lose questions wasn't it? If I were you I would have gone shopping for a poetry book immediately!!
    My only question - was she the same girl that sent the Barbie? :)

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  2. Dee
    different girl, different era, different world. All part of creating my own personal "Good, Bad and the Ugly". Thanks for the comment.

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  3. gautami
    "I like it" is good. In fact for me it is great. Thank you

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  4. This made me smile. Girls can be so tricky. Boys are much more straightforward - or do I mean 'obvious'?

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  5. love is hard to get a guy to admit- they will always admit passion.

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  6. Beautiful phrasing in this - makes me yearn for passion/love and all stages inbetween. Nice work!

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  7. I love San Fransisco. I was there without rain or fog.
    Girls like to torment the men they love.
    That was certainly clear in your piece.

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  8. jabblog
    at thtat point in my life, inever new the word subtle. thanks for dropping by

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  9. Daily Panic
    Passion dominates young men. It is the basis for creation and destruction

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  10. tumblewords
    thank you you for spending a moment with me. you have honored me. your poem on this prompt was beautiful. i have saved it in my journal of blogs that stir me. of course with credit to you

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  11. 2 cats
    San Francisco is a city for young love. love is always tormenting. what a wonderful, wonderful feeling

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  12. This is fantastic!! Love how you worked the prompt.

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  13. Thanks Missy. You have put a "bang" in my 4th of July

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