To A New Ex-Husband

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written by Mary Rose Betten

In harsh Spring wind I rush
to the mailbox. There in full bloom
the rose you planted. White, edged in red.
 
Each Spring you announced
the name with pride.
I don’t remember its name.
This rose you birthed.
 
Yet I recall Burn’s poem
His love like a red, red rose.
Our passion now corpse white
fringed in blood from unattended
lop-eared needs.
 
Two indeed now one.
No longer yours alone.
One instead with splitting root
and weed-sown wind.

5 thoughts on “To A New Ex-Husband”

  4. I love the last line, weed sown wind…it is such a beautiful image, as are all the roses and the colors and how emotions can be different colors, red for passion – loving or angry — white for emptiness. You have done it again with you wonderful attention to detail!

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