The rose

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The rose

Standing unbroken and beautiful, thriving as it should.
Velvety red it spreads the emotion it congers within the garden walls; its perfume light and lovely, permeates the grounds.
  A shadow befalls it and the utensil of tis demise cuts deep into its side severing it from its life source; pain coursing through its body like deadly venom, it falls.
  Cramped and humiliated, they huddle awaiting their final demise; when the blackness befalls them for the last time and they are no more.

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JenWolfe commented on The rose

06-27-2010

I love this poem, very beautiful, it paints a picture so well, life and death of a rose thanks Jen

Ariel

06/27/2010

thank you I really appreciate it.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Ariel’s Poems (18)

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8-12-10 1
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the tree 1
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Slit the wrist and let it flow. 1
Alone 0
Pain. 1
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My heart is aching. 0
Madness 3