rose alone–dVerse Quadrille Monday

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

rose alone

a faded rose—
a bloom remains still in
those shrunken cheeks,
those milky eyes

tears—
raindrops on a furrowed cheek

she holds my hand
in hers—a skeletal embrace

reluctantly i leave—
life calls

perhaps i fear to stay
to watch those petals fall

Monday at dVerse Poets’ Pub and Bjorn invites us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words that must include the word ROSE. We are gearing up for our two-week summer break so this will be the last Quadrille prompt for a while. So get to work, write your poem and join us writing 44 words and any form of the word rose. The pub opens Monday at 3:00 PM EDT.

The Natural World–Photography 101

Photo: Victoria Slotto Rose

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Rose

Photo: Victoria Slotto Rose

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Rose

Macro photography of nature is the most inspiring to me. The mindfulness required to notice those small details is what most often feeds my poetry. These photos were taken during this past summer in Reno or winter in Palm Desert.

Photo: Victoria Slotto Hibiscus

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Hibiscus

Photo: Victoria Slotto Clematis

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Clematis

Photo: Victoria Slotto Rose

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Rose

Photo: Victoria Slotto Hibiscus

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Hibiscus

Photo: Victoria Slotto Lantana

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Lantana

 

 

Photo: Victoria Slotto Lantana

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Lantana

Room for Romance–“The Rose”

This is a haibun–a blend of haiku and flash fiction, submitted for Room for Romance, a prompt hosted by Someone Is Special. Check it out at  http://roomforromance.blogspot.com/

The Rose 

What the hell was I thinking—asking my grandma for advice? I am so screwed. Corey couldn’t look at Melanie or the damn rose his self-appointed counselor suggested would make her take a second look. What would an old lady know about romance?

Does a woman care

that roses can cause bleeding,

that thorns can break hearts?

He felt the girl draw close to him. The softness of her skin brushed him when she took the flower from his hand. Corey turned and looked into her hazel eyes. 

Beauty in a rose

eludes if you are fearful,

consoles those who love.

“I’ve waited for someone like you all my life, Corey.” Melanie’s voice was like the whisper of a breeze. “So many guys just want what they can get, you know. I used to dream of chivalry, of a man who would care enough to think of little things like this. I’d almost given up on it. I have to confess, I never expected you would be the one.” She reached and swept the hair out of his eyes, then took him by the hand and led him into the next phase of their life together.

(And now I think I understand why I don’t usually write romance!