A Bed of Liquid Roses
I write of me, I write of my fate
Something that not happened to me till date.
I lie in agony in a mass of red
It seems like my death-bed.
I cry out to someone, to someone I call
Will I live to see tomorrow, or will I live at all?
My condition I hope you will not see
For if you do, in shock you shall be.
A limb broken and a broken skull
Everything is suddenly going so dull.
I dance, I dance in wonderful poses
As I lie in my own bed of
Liquid Roses.
Note: This is another poem by Bloo, written in February ‘06.
My first impulse as a parent was to shrink from the morbidity of it, and to tell her to refrain from suicidal thoughts.
My second thought was to wonder whether this was a warning bell. Were we and her school subjecting her to so much scheduling pressure that she was cracking up and giving us an early-warning sign with this poem? And so I triggered off some changes to create room in her life for just goofing off.
I wrote a longish post in August ‘06 on the importance of nurturing the Me within each of us, ‘Re-engineering My Life with ‘Me & I’. (It’s in my Best Posts list.) A focal point was Bloo’s delicate Me, and I mentioned this poem in that context.
I’m re-posting this poem now, juxtaposing it with her recent poem close to two years down the road. Hope you guys don’t think it’s an overdose of a father’s pride in his little girl’s emerging voice. Admittedly there’s much parental pride here; for that I beg your indulgence.
How did I miss this? Wonderful .. liked the phrase .. liquid roses .. immensely ..
Like attracts like… The cosmic rule is proving right here it seems! The Is has chosen souls of select and similarly intense sensitivity and thrown them together for one lifetime… It’’s really upto you how you handle this sojourn… It’’s, after all, a really rare occurance to have kindred souls to be born in the same family…
We are born to die and I think that we all lie in our bed of “liquid” roses. We keep on forgetting this fact…. bloo was only expressing the truth in her own way. FG, she’’s mature beyond her age… but i bless her by saying that let her not be so mature as to miss out on the pangs and pleasures of growing up… amen!!!
I indulge you!. Nobody has the right to stop a parent from being proud of his kid. And you got a great one FG ;0)
She is gifted. You must encourage her to may be start a blog of her own in time.
Bloo once again shows great sensitivity with this poem, but do not worry FG, it may well just be the turbulent teens. I remember the first poem I wrote when I was 13 was about a young man committing suidice by jumping from a building :))) That I did not write for a longtime after that is another story, but children are more sensitive about their surroundings than we suspect or give them credit for. Do nurture her creative spark, which she has in abundance. Cheers !1
like father like daughter….a gifted jodi!FG but the concern you have shown is so real….i was almost tempted to request you not to pen these emotions,and then i saw the post script.
Amazing imagery…I need to read the other post that you mentioned - why Becos I”ve a teenage son- an we seem to be at loggerheads many a time…
Am awestruck and highly impressed with the depth your Bloo shows, not only u any parent would be proud ..and regarding the poem why u shirked from the thought of morbidity …aren”t we all living lives like this morbid in the bed of liquid roses (the dreams we weave with our imagination )..which show us a ray of hope while we await the eternal truth ”death”.
she has depth in thoughts!! Wonder ful….lots of love to her n Guttu too!
Sensible pespective, message is clear
Krish, i feel this is great work, and gives us yet another insight how children view the unreal world patronised by their elders. This is reral. You have tremendous responsibility to keep the creativity on the positive side; for dejection and hope are but two sides of the same coin.
I love the theatrical bit in the imagination - I dance in wonderful poses
As I lie in my own bed of Liquid Roses. Bloo’’s a true blue poet!
whatever she writes, she writes with passion. even this poem convening differnt meaning(in ur own word suicidal) but her expression is awesome. God Bless her! yes, its parental pride..its feels so good na :)…. and thanx for posting this again, krish. love u all.