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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Roses versus Onion

Roses on Valentine's Day... Hm... I keep on asking myself, why do we give roses to someone whom we love particularly on Valentine's Day? Well, certainly, a majority of them say, It is a way for us to express our LOVE... *cough very badly, spilling out my saliva* A stupid answer I would comment...


Well, by the time you wana purchase the roses, I do admit, it looks so beautiful. Well, the girls are always happy whenever they receive those... After a few days, the roses will breath out their life and wilt... Their petals and leaves will fall off one by one... Wow... What a great way of symbolising their love... You have the brain, you should know what I am trying to explain.


So I am looking for an answer to my doubt, so what is the best way to symbolise our love???


I was browsing through the internet and google for poems. I was astounded by Carol Ann Duffy on her poem: Valentine.

After I have completed reading her poem, I reject the traditional way of symbolising our love, instead, Onions...


But then, is it a wise thing to do like, on the Valentine's day, in the public, worse in the crowd, kneeling in the front of her to give a special gift on that memorable precious day, when she is expecting roses, atleast a stalk of rose, instead I give her onions~???


So read the following poem:


Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy


Not a red rose or a satin heart.


I give you an onion.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

like the careful undressing of love.


Here.

It will blind you with tears

like a lover.

It will make your reflection

a wobbling photo of grief.


I am trying to be truthful.


Not a cute card or a kissogram.


I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

possessive and faithful

as we are,

for as long as we are.


Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,

if you like.


Lethal.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,

cling to your knife.


Extracted from: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/carol_ann_duffy/poems/8116