Desert Rose

Russell Anderson 1962 (San Bernardino)



How, in the harshness of this place
Is such a thing as this alive?
It has survived
Earth’s hardest slap on the face

And does this flower think it, too
Is like that which is all around?
Dry, hard, unbound
Attractive only to a few

Or does it know that it possesses
Beauty, both obvious and retained
In wind, sun, and rain
The desert heat it caresses

You are this rare desert bloom
And know not your power, I suppose
My sweet Desert Rose
To enter hearts where there is no room

About this poem

This is the first poem I wrote (circa 1995). I wrote it for my soon-to-be wife, Patti. I was trying to compare the really tough circumstances of a Desert Rose to the really tough life that Patti had experienced up to that point. And, ask the question, is this why they can effect people in a way that those who had it easier cannot.

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Written on 1996

Submitted by rnadc on August 30, 2022

Modified by rnadc on September 11, 2022

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXXA BCCB XXXX DEED
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 478
Words 97
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

Russell Anderson

Russell Anderson-raised in a small, remote, California town. He is now living out his later years in small-town Oregon. Still gets "Verklempt" by a good, sad song, poem, or testimonial. more…

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  • lisacampbell29
    I enjoyed reading your poem Desert Rose. I like how you used a rose and the desert to compare and contrast the strength and insecurities of the human experience.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • mattd.04593
    The idea of a desert rose is very appealing to me. Like, something alive growing from a thing as sterile as a desert. Thank you for sharing. I thought it was amazing. I like the part where the flower is confused, is it like this desert or does it know it is beautiful. Very nice sir. 
    LikeReply 31 year ago
    • rnadc
      thanks. That means a lot...
      LikeReply1 year ago

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