Roe Of Sharon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rose of Sharon

Shaunessy is now carved
-on my nerves, brain, mind
-with "The Rose of Sharon"
-though it is different
-from what I wanted
-yet is same
- (as we are; human)

We vary in colour
-size, culture
-shape, gender
-and toughness
-tenderness…

Looked it up and it says:
- "Marshmallow, Rose-mallow"
-none of them is exact…yet, again…

"Natasha" I called her
-after she, told her name

"This is how Russians say, "
-I murmured…
- "Natalie is my name; Natalia is their way"

We chatted after I had asked her
- "The name of flower…"

She was kind
-and proud of her work in garden:
- "Rose of Sharon."

We conversed
-about herbs, and the bush, flowers
-and her name
- "Natashka is sort of intimate"
-I spoke swiftly; "in Russians"

Natalie, possibly
-doesn't know
-in that tongue, I speak
She was kind
-seemed ready for long talk
-damn the time
-I had not

I left her
-physically
-but kept her in my mind
-and I shall for ever
-as teacher
-name of which doesn't set
- (with kind of flower…)
-it does not resemble
-but to me rings the bell;
-is great reminder
-of mentor
-brother, role-model
- (named Ahmad)
-my master trainer
- (and of hens and chickens)
-I see him as the best gardener
- (with designs and decors)

He made a ball of earth
- (soft of course,)
-then shoved seeds inside it
-which ended in wall's holes
-adjacent to the pond

Soon after we would have
-a wall of flowers like canvas
-green leaves and stems
-and petals gave the shades of colours;

I gave her my name card
-so, she is one to call
-we can sit, raise goblets
-and extend the talk on flowers
-on herself (an angel and candle in darkness)
-the Venus, Aphrodite; butterfly in kindness
-and of course, about cause to converse
-which means love of poor heart,
-for a lost brother…