Red Rose Blues

remembering those who have gone before life truly began as it rains in the graveyard, as you place a red rose to remember there silent good bye very heart felt nicely composed dear poetess...respect

My thanks to you Stoney, and for the recommendation.  Very appreciated.

Kathy

you are deeply welcome dear poetess...respect

I got a strong feel of Louise Gluck in here as well. Thank you for helping us kick off the New Year with your Classic Corner contribution, Kathy. Good luck in the challenge!

Did you?  That's not something I thought a reader would say of this piece - I had them both totally separate when I was writing my emulations of each of the poet tributes. I have read and reread countless times.  Did it have you distracted?

Thank you for stopping by to comment, JohnnyBlaze.

Kathy

I think it could be because you chose to write from God's perspective, which Gluck wasn't afraid to

A very nice quatern, Kathy.  The essence of Langston's poem is love - seeing the bright and positive things from rain, whether a pouring chorus on the rooftop at night to a river flooding the gutters with its current.  Something about the use of silver drops in his anoints rain as priceless and precious.  

I get the same essence from yours too, except in relation to humanity.  The woman of the streets committing suicide because of loneliness, followed by the rain and roses; even the color red holds significance here - just as the color silver did.

Thank you for helping us kick the classics back off - best of luck in the comp.

Thank you dear One for your consideration of my effort.

I read through many of Langston’s older pieces which were darker in mood in some ways and in how he was heavy into phonetically ethnic spelling out of dialog. The four I picked to blend some of each to compose my emulation all seemed to have a similarity of the same period in the same century. Don’t know if I can even explain it since I hadn’t thought that consciously about it till I dissected your great comment.

For instance, it’s the next/last major paragraph wherein you spoke of “...except in relation to humanity.  The woman of the streets committing suicide because of loneliness, followed by the rain and roses; even the color red holds significance here ...”

It’s when I had studied how God was being represented, in his thoughts, feelings & manner of speech, nothing ethnic. I took all that in consideration, doing various drafts till I got what I wanted to convey to the reader. I already knew, but I had to make sure the reader would be in on it, or it doesn’t work.

You see, God speaks of what and who the woman was in life, not to judge her, but because of how society had. Not only sinning as a woman of the streets, but being one who then took her own life.

And the falling rain - the double meaning there is that it made flowers grow, but were also his tears.

And the roses, once it would become time for the rose bushes in the graveyard to bloom in the spring rain, there would be roses for her on the grave, where no one had come to visit and leave her favorite flower.

Blessed & blessing
Kathy

A sad song indeed, very nicely displayed.

Thank you dear Tig for your kind thoughts.

Kathy

Now this is a poet I am somewhat familiar with and I find that you have captured the deep, oceanic feel of his writing, which has a bluesy, world weary and sagacious feel to it. The unique perspective of this write is intriguing.

Gracious thanks to you Daniel.  That's a big word for what I heard as I composed this piece - back in the time of the blues.  I appreciate your interpretation and descriptions.  Your support is appreciated.

Kathy