Rose

by мσяιтυяαм   Oct 9, 2005


The problem with a rose is that it dies
the petals fall, it shrivels up and dries
it turns brown in shade
even though we wish the red could have stayed
then it returns to the earth
the place where it made birth
one solution is to ignore the real rose
and subsitute a plastic one- but this shows
one that never dies and will never live
and a sweet scent it will never give
but a plastic rose we want not
we want the rose that will die and rot
it is because it dies that we want it
it is this quality that makes it precious- admit
this is what we want- what we are
a living thing that dies- but ressurection is never far

all rights reserved, © Laurène Ferguson 2005

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jin

    Was thinking hmmm..... it's not really your scene.... though I feel it's very good.. but then I get towards the end and think.... there she goes... =) hehehe GREAT WORK!

  • 18 years ago

    by never_quite_me

    Wow, great poem! i really like itxxx

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