The Beauty of the Rose

The Beauty of the Rose

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)
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The dying of the rose is a metaphor for the waning years of a woman's life, and acceptance thereof, and that she is comfortable with that knownledge.

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The Beauty of the Rose
 
The roses lie upon the ground
Their petals shriveled and dead
Where once they bloomed so tall and proud
They’re now decayed instead
Once they gave such pleasure
Their scent wafting in the air
Unparalleled they stood
In beauty beyond compare
 
Their haunting scent is gone now
The petals have faded away
Dropping softly to the ground
Unnoticed at the end of day
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
When vanity clouds our view
 
The flower that gave such beauty
That we loved to gaze upon
Is still to be revered
Although now faded and gone
Just as the face of a beautiful woman
Who’s weathered the ravages of time
Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave
When she was in her prime.
 
Copyright ©2007Beatrice Boyle
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© 2009 Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)


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Hello Bea! Nice to see you here. What I liked about this poem is the use of slightly different images. Well different for me. For example - haunting fragrance - never thought about it being haunting. I like the idea. Aromas trigger our memories - so they say. What I didn't care too much for was the ending you chose. I'd have preferred being able to entrench my own thoughts on where this collection of words were headed instead of being told. It took my reverie out of enlightenment and into ... um .. predictable.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Poem made me sad. It is wonderfully written but the death of beauty is never a good thing. I realize it's all part of the cycle and we need the absence of beauty to make us long for it. But why can't we just have it all the time?

Bea you got me thinking just before going to bed. Hopefully I'll dream your rose blooming again. That sounded bad but you know what I meant.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hello Bea! Nice to see you here. What I liked about this poem is the use of slightly different images. Well different for me. For example - haunting fragrance - never thought about it being haunting. I like the idea. Aromas trigger our memories - so they say. What I didn't care too much for was the ending you chose. I'd have preferred being able to entrench my own thoughts on where this collection of words were headed instead of being told. It took my reverie out of enlightenment and into ... um .. predictable.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful poem, I love it. A quote for you "No Spring, nor Summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one Autumnal face"-John Donne-
Thank you for sharing and for your review of "A Silent Prayer". Enjoy yourself in this nest of Poetry, I love it
God Bless
Anita

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like Viper's suggestion - it works well, particularly when read aloud :)

The best poetry is true poetry that speaks from the heart of the writer and you do that Bea - you speak without walls, without boundaries. I love that you openly pour the words out and they land with crystal clarity.

With this piece, you captured the worth of the essence of thing.

Namaste,
Tina x

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Ah! Lovely message, welcome sentiment. A good reminder not to lose sight of things and not to be misled by what we see at first glance. Liked this, especially:

`Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
And vanity clouds our view``

Maybe I`d replace `and vanity`with `when vanity`, but c�st la vie.

Well done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Beatrice Boyle  (Grandma Bea)
Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)

Woodcliff Lake, NJ



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Hi from Grandma Bea. I am 81 yrs. young and have been writing for the last 25 years or so. My whole world consists of classical music, Opera ( I was a classicaly trained Soprano, singing Opera, Broa.. more..

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