The Rose, The Woman, The Rebirth (Pindaric Triad) Poem by Leslie Alexis

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The Rose, The Woman, The Rebirth (Pindaric triad)

The Rose

Beseeched by many
Example of beauty
With flowing aura
And deserving honor
The rose bush blooms
Petals cover thorns
Like mascara
Masking scars.

The Woman

He found her on the curb
Hands outstretched silent mouth
Sexy dress, life a mess
She worked all night long.
Life said she had to go on:
Bills to pay, everyday
Children cry- life's awry
man left, for London - Germany,
He did not keep her company
Beyond the bed, the life she led;
She had not smiled in quite a while;
He found her on the curb.

He found her on the curb.
With outstretched hand
He treated her like woman.
In his eyes, not a prize,
But a treasure, he found in her.
Besieged with love
He showed her love
She fell in love… with him
This man, his flight landed
On her stormy ground,
But beauty 'lone he found
(pearly white as in a smile)
And her heart he crowned.
He found her on the curb
And stood for a while
Took her his e'er mile.

The Rebirth

Have you seen a flower at summer’s noon
How it aged and looks like death comes soon?
Once cupped up petals now silk skirts,
Hanging - would sway if they were not stuck
Like putty pelted on a burning wall.

Now did you give water to this flower
Then waited for evening, or an hour;
Did you stay until the heat was gone?
Did you notice the flower was reborn
Into bounced beauty with upright blades
Of petals sharp enough to cut a frown?

Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis