{"id":1862,"date":"2015-04-02T23:56:50","date_gmt":"2015-04-02T23:56:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1862"},"modified":"2015-06-12T00:00:42","modified_gmt":"2015-06-12T00:00:42","slug":"rose-among-the-weeds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/rose-among-the-weeds\/","title":{"rendered":"Rose Among the Weeds"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"A<\/a>
A rose among flowers is beautiful sure, but wild among weeds where least expected and most at home, the rose is at its most beautiful…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I grew up in an English garden
\nEverything planted by plan, in rows
\nFor effect, pleasing to the eye
\nTo an order understood by those
\nWho plant such gardens and make fences
\nTo separate from the wild fields
\nThe wild and tame that are both the same
\nWeeds and flowers equal both the earth willing yields.<\/p>\n

She, she grew up in an open meadow
\nWhere wild flowers blow in the breeze
\nNurtured by chance, rain, the luck of the soil
\nLearned each moment to live, to love, to seize
\nShe grew and sought to grow beyond fences
\nIn a common meadow open to all
\nBrowsed by the beast and the passer by
\nWho as equal to the garden they the meadow call.<\/p>\n

I will grow as I know as those before me
\nBehind fences self erected wire thin
\nLook out at her meadow in wonder as she grows
\nBeyond where I have planted, my borders within
\nI hope some day in the wild meadow
\nTo find her planted, after we both were both seeds
\nTo see her beautiful as she was, is and will be
\nBlossoming wild, the rose among the weeds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I grew up in an English garden Everything planted by plan, in rows For effect, pleasing to the eye To an order understood by those Who plant such gardens and make fences To separate from the wild fields The wild and tame that are both the same Weeds and flowers …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[724],"tags":[2038,65,2036,2034,2037,17,2035],"class_list":["post-1862","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-heartbreak-poems","tag-fences","tag-life-2","tag-meadow","tag-rose","tag-rules","tag-unrequited-love","tag-weeds","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-u2","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1991,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-donkey-and-the-thistle\/","url_meta":{"origin":1862,"position":0},"title":"The Donkey and the Thistle","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th June 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"\"Shy but willing, like an ass at a thistle\" Longford saying about a person interested but hesitant and afraid to pursue what they desired, be it in love or in life... 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