The Art of Killing Naked Roses

I wrote some poems for collection, basically being love poems written by a b*****d ( though, I am not one, I hope)

The Art of Killing Naked Roses

 

Aesthetically their petals and stems allure us,

draw us into the soil of their beds.

Content to see the sky through

the shades and colours and hues of their beauty

we stay. But we darker ones

need to unravel and exposeT

any fruit sweeter

than the tastes of our previous victories.

But, like the Sun, we shine;

at least on the outside - magnetic -

and that is the purpose of the bait:

to garner, sometimes cultivate

an interest beyond reasoning.

When as time passes to reveal less of us

the flower sways ever so slightly from itself

to lean into us (we, of all things) for protection

from the very storm that we provoke,

and in our cradling we can not resist

to pluck a petal or two from the beauty

to see what it is our wickedness exposes

as we practice the art

of killing naked roses.

 

Reviews

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

Michael this is an excellent piece of your literary work shrouded in profound meaning. The meaning has to be found in the innner person!!

vincent

[deeps]

My Goodness, this is wonderful and quite amazing really. I foudn it intriguing.

[Tessa]

i don't know why anyone else hasn't reviewed this...

i really like this. this is probably my favorite. probably because i'm a sick, sad person. but this poem reminds me of laying underneath a rose, seeing the sun shine through the petals, exposing their veins. then you know... you start to pull the petals off.

i really like these lines:
"in our cradling we can not resist,
to pluck a petal or two from the beauty
to see what it is our wickedness exposes
as we practice the art
of killing naked roses."

nothing else rhymes, and i think it's fitting that those lines do. i give this 2 thumbs up.

P.S. you are a b*****d. :-P