The delicate petals of a rose,
a dichotomy of inward reduction
and outward expansion,
an interleaved beauty of color and shade,
so artfully displayed in nature’s
profuse abundance of perfection.
How I get lost in variety,
form and color so fascinating,
and duality echoing
in lingering scent and thorn,
to remind us of perception, from
soft velvet petals to briar patch sores.
Beauty has an edge,
a fragrant pledge with a physicality,
and should we ignore the other side,
beauty’s whole escapes us,
to not imbibe the truth,
a reality not to trust.
Nature is filled with symbolism,
hidden words unspoken,
and skin deep is a hollow view
when truth is a scope that embraces eternity,
and so I seek all that sight and senses yield,
to know life to its deepest meaning.
And so the rose,
a bloom of love is all it can be,
in perfection soft and beguiling,
in survival a thorn to protect,
and a fragrance to reach the soul,
a beauty of duality, so we may embrace the whole.
How delicate, how stoic,
how enticing your worthy life,
and in bloom a sight of perfect plight,
ever blooming, fading and regenerating,
each season attesting perfume
and the enduring nature of beauty.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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