Mostly I go unnoticed, unseen.

Waiting quietly, blended in the scene.

There’s a lot of me left – though bended with age.

People look as scanning a page.

“Gorgeous roses,” I hear in the Spring

“See the glistening water drops,” after the rain.

Summer’s the time they care for me. I stand up straight for all to see.

They feed and water and keep me trimmed.

Take some beauties inside to the den.

Fall? The job is growing too hard,

they quit caring about the yard.

Winter has come, I try still to gleam.

But, to my sorrow, I remain unseen.


Friday Fictioneers. One hundred word challenge using photo as prompt. Thanks much to Rochelle and to Dale Rogerson for the prompt.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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29 Responses to BENDING TO THE TIMES

  1. ~M says:

    Wonderfully written… leaves so much to ponder.

  2. James McEwan says:

    I enjoyed reading your poem. You show how we take for granted many of the beautiful flowers we see.

  3. Faye says:

    Spiritually I see so much in what is written here. Thank you. I am praying for revelation.

  4. neilmacdon says:

    Never mind. Spring soon

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yep. When one is young, strong, and beautiful. Before the “call us if you need anything” stage. I sound like I’m pining for myself; I am not. I have a bunch of peers (many widowed or widowers) for whom is am empathetic.

  5. Nichika says:

    This was beautiful, thank you for sharing.

  6. msjadeli says:

    Wonderful personification poem. Really pulls empathy to those roses who give so much pleasure when people care to notice and care for them.

  7. A beautiful poetic story about the overlooked. Nicely done! =)

  8. Dora says:

    Love this poem’s use of roses as a metaphor for old age, when in contrast to youth, we go “unseen” and less valued. Beautifully penned.

  9. Michael Humphris says:

    Dora said it better than I can, but I enjoyed reading your poem

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