Tan Pratonix

Bronze Star - 2,469 Points (Triolet, Mauritius)

The Rose In Itself Is Precious - Poem by Tan Pratonix


Roses peer from over a wall,
Red roses, white roses, pink roses - all
So elegant and their leaves so trim
One would think that roses were not round but slim!

Delicately dancing in the morning sun,
These roses are small, ungrafted ones.
Imagine the bee busy poking around:
'It's a gold mine I've struck, the honey I've found! '

But not honey, nor colours, nor 'wafting-of-scent-
In-the-breeze' is the essence, the reason I meant;
Not darling conceptions of popular verse -
The rose in itself is precious.

Comments about The Rose In Itself Is Precious by Tan Pratonix

  • (4/10/2006 11:45:00 AM)

    There was an essence in this poem that I really liked, I like the essential value portrayed here. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/26/2006 11:15:00 PM)

    Lovely scription. Nice warm comforting message tactfully written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 28, 2006

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