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By: lindsay on 3/17/2004; 10:49 PM

I wasn't sure of the genre... so give me some ideas and i'll choose a genre.

"Do you remember the roses my grandmother gave us?" I asked her.
"Yes."
"Well, here’s your rose." I handed her a very limp rose. The bottom of the rose petals had turned brown. Some petals fell into her hand and some fell to the ground. With thorns ripped off, it didn’t hurt her when she grabbed it.
"This is mine." I showed her my healthy rose. I pricked myself on one of the few thorns left on the rose. With more original thorns than hers, only some remained.
"So? Your rose just survived longer. Big deal!"
I explained, "I cut the bottom off of the rose because I knew it would live longer. If you look at your rose stem’s bottom, it has never been cut."
"It’s just a rose! Why did you show me this?"
"It seems to me that the roses represent our friendship," I say hesitantly.
"What, mine is droopy and yours is healthy! Are you saying that my friendship is dead and yours isn’t? That makes no sense."
I continue, "Let me explain then. I feel that your rose stays droopy because you didn’t take the time to cut the bottom off of the rose, to take care of it. I did take the time to cut it off. I feel that, by telling him things that you had no business telling him, you weren’t taking care of your rose. And when I touched my rose, I got pricked, and it hurt. Notice that if you touch your rose that you can’t be pricked? I put myself out there and grew thorns that, in turn, was able to hurt me. It seems to me that you haven’t grown thorns, and if you did, you made them all safe."
"What if I didn’t know to cut the rose’s bottom?"
"I thought of that too. If you didn’t know to take care of the rose, then you didn’t know what you were doing in my eyes. You never thought that what I told you had left a thorn on my rose that could turn around and hurt me."


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RE: Friends
By: Mark Morgan on 3/17/2004; 7:56 PM

Well, it's not a poem I don't think. Did it really happen? Or not?

I have thought for a long time that "Essays" was a misnomer, since it is intended to be the category for prose things that aren't fiction. I've never come up with a better name--"non-fiction" is a horrible subject heading with that unsightly hyphen in the middle and the way it defines not what it is but instead what it is not.

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RE: Friends
By: lindsay on 3/17/2004; 8:25 PM

it sorta happened, but it sorta didn't happen. the roses were given to me by my grandmother and one did die and one didn't die b/c of the reasons i said. but i actually didn't confront my friend that way. it was written b/c i had a problem with her

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RE: Friends
By: Mark Morgan on 3/17/2004; 8:44 PM

Then it's really up to you. Would you put this in a biography? Or in a book of fiction?


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RE: Friends
By: lindsay on 3/17/2004; 10:49 PM

i guess i'll put it under essays

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RE: Friends
By: R.A.B. on 3/18/2004; 12:33 AM

I think it is more appropriate under Fiction, Lindsay.

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RE: Friends
By: Mark Morgan on 3/18/2004; 12:56 AM

It's no big deal if you change it, just let me know so I can republish it. Or keep it as it is, whichever works for you. It seems equal parts fiction and not, the real enhancing the fictive. Or the fictional enhancing reality. Or both.


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RE: Friends
By: lindsay on 3/18/2004; 8:05 PM

ok cool. i'll do that. i would also like actual feedback on the writing b/c i am thinking of editing it up a bit, but i don't know... i am also thinking of adding an ending and making it fiction.

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