Mystical. Poem by Alistair Plint
Mystical.
As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
petals
She begins
to bend
twist
fold
weave
Each individual
wrapping
brings a rusty
golden
brown
decay
from the edge
to the velvet
touch
center
where they meet
With thorns
in her sides
she collides
with deathly
tired
boredom
The process begins
each petal
waits its turn,
and
falls to the ground
revealing
her once
soft
innocent
core
Then finally
she is naked
and bare
Just a tarnished
lifeless bud
representing
what she
used
to
be
And her name was Rose
Thank you guys. I'm really pleased you enjoyed this, it's one of my favourite pieces. Love Al
Then finally she is naked and bare Just a tarnished lifeless bud representing what she used to be ..Mystical sense through out the poem.. original in thinking and its portrayal. thank u dear poet. tony
hi thomas and ruby (below) thank you so very much for your feedback. just wonderful to recieve. al.
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4/26/2024 10:35:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fantastic and flowing!