The Fleeting Rose

  Fleeting Rose…temporary within eternity  

Fleeting Rose

The rose wilts, its petals curl in,
and that fragrance sours to a bitter remnant
of the beauty it once held,
as brown becomes the velvet red,
drying soft to a cold brittle bed,
and those thorns the only facet
untouched by death.

How does beauty fall so easily,
one day in bloom, the next consumed,
and the stench of rotting life fills the air,
and so are we the rose,
the bloom in youth to fade
to dried necrotic states,
all thoughts and memories in slumber.

Accepting beauty is accepting change,
as life in cycles commands,
and change the penalty of evolving time,
from dust and to dust we shall go,
a resounding truth in rhyme,
as rise and fall attest life’s intent,
experience of each cycle our content.

And the rose a symbol of our love,
our beauty found in life and soul,
and just as love can pervade a life,
its ending can destroy, bestow a mark,
as beauty may seem elusive,
when change and death provoke,
but we are more than temporary
in the eternal evolving scope.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “The Fleeting Rose

  • July 21, 2016 at 9:35 AM
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    The rose, the icon of beauty and love, with the potential sting of pain… Yes, so lovely in its pique, to be held with utmost care, and so quickly consumed back into the cycle of earth. Time ever changing, as our lives. Well done Tony.

    Best,
    Mel

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  • July 21, 2016 at 6:27 PM
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    Yes Mel, we all have our time to shine, yet we all perish of more pointedly transform in this cycle of life. Take care.

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  • July 24, 2016 at 2:00 PM
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    The rose, symbol of love and beauty. Even as the rose fades, love can grow stronger if nourished and cared for – there is the beauty. Great verse, Tony.

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  • July 24, 2016 at 8:21 PM
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    Much appreciated Phyllis, and thanks for your support and reading so much of my work. I really appreciate it.

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