Fulcrum of a Rose

The imagery in the poem is brilliant, in my opinion. My impression was, maybe, something hidden? Like focusing on the beauty *beneath* the surface:

not where colors are bold.

I noticed the

bloom and bruise

part and I really like the way you just don't mention the beauty but also mention how there's also damage. Makes it a bit human.

It stays with those who never choose,
to shine, but still learn how to be. 

This one shows how many could be, ah, unnoticed by the society but have their own way of learning and living with it. The last stanza

I found it's centre, soft and small and there,
I heard my own soul call.

gives the impression of self-clarification, and makes me realize what this poem might be about. That's pretty neat.
The word choice is nice, I really like the "bloom and bruise" part, and I think the rhyme scheme works well (ABAB). Though, while reading, I actually sorta stumbled at the word, "hush". I think you were mentioning a place where sunlight can't reach, a quiet place. It might be my bad, but that's pretty unusual. Unusual's great. Overall, I really like this poem, the title (Fulcrum of a Rose) works really well.

Hi hira, your poem stood out to me as beautiful, so I thought I would leave a review, because I had a few thoughts

They say the scent begins in bloom,
But I have felt it in the fold
where petals hide, and shadows loom,
not where the colour are bold.

You focus on scent. To me, scent means multiple things, such as the journey of a soul, awakening to its own self, to seeing beyond what is seen, to hearing what cannot be heard in a physical place, to being able to witness your own beginning and end from outside of yourself. Others may say that this begins with what can be tracked or recorded, but I have felt it in what others do not see, I have felt it in what others may dismiss as shadows or faults. Your words flow so gracefully and beautifully.

It lives between the bloom and bruise,
a hush the sunlight doesn't see.
It stays with those who never choose,
to shine, but still learn how to be.

Scent lives between what starts and what holds you back, what grows and what kills, what light cannot see and what darkness would never choose. I love your line about those who 'learn how to be'. But, 'be' what? Being those who make the choice to stay in a world that means everything, but nothing, to them. Those who seek the scent in the first place, those who are aware of the bruises and folds and places that have never seen the sun.

I found it's centre, soft and small and there,
I heard my own soul call.

Perhaps you meant its, unless you meant that it is centered. Indeed, it is small, but it is not always a place to be alone. I love your use of alliteration in this phrase. You finished this poem in an extraordinary way. Bringing it back to the soul, a message that stood out to me throughout the entire poem.

Lovely work. I look forward to reading more of your poems.

Take care,
Ellie