Withering Roses

Withering Roses

A Poem by Amanda J. S.
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What I compare roses to...

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Withering Roses


Withering roses

They look

Antique

Precious 

and Fragile

In the end

They crumple

And drift away

Drift away in the wind.


But yet

Some despise them

They remind some of dead

Dead love

Because some compare love to roses

And if roses die

Wouldn’t it mean that love dies, too?


But if you look at it this way:

I compare roses to life

Instead of love

And I come to this conclusion:

We wither

Just like roses

We come to look

Antique

Precious

and Fragile

In the end

We crumple

And drift away

Drift away in the wind.


And isn’t that what everybody wants?

To slowly wither

And

When the time is right

Drift away in the wind


© 2012 Amanda J. S.



Author's Note

Amanda J. S.
What do you compare roses to?

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Very graceful poem. I love how you gave roses new symbolism to life instead of just love and/or death. Makes you see roses differently. Nice piece!

Posted 5 Years Ago


roses and past love. roses and life. Brilliant piece with a lot of insight rooted into this poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Thank you ^^
Roses are beautiful, can symbolize both human and transcendent love. A lovely poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Thank you :-)
Very beautifully written. I love it and I compare roses to life too.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Nice to hear :-) Thank you!
Bluefire

5 Years Ago

No problem
Roses are love indeed. It's great! A touching poem! 100/100

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Thank you! :-)
Katerina

5 Years Ago

You're welcome! :D
I compare Rose's to love sometimes


Like u said, I crumpled and fades

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Glad you liked it :-)
I compare these particular roses to the old zen marriage blessing, "Grandparents die. Parents die. Children die." The recipient of this particular blessing, it is said, was horrified at its first utterance but later was comforted by it once it was explained. "This is the natural order of things, the natural progression of life." As in your reflection above, "...when the time is right." All good stories come to an end. May you live a long and storied life, dear one. Excellent thoughts and well pen'd.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Thank you! :-)
Have I told you that I am very fond of your reviews?
UfoAuthor

5 Years Ago

Hey, I'm not afraid or embarrassed to give/take hugs in public. :o)
Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

Me neither! :3
Wow. Beautiful. You should enter this in a contest! 100/100! :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

I maybe will... have any suggestions? :-)

(oh, and thank you!)
Westminster Abbey

5 Years Ago

Depends if you want money or not
Amanda J. S.

5 Years Ago

I don't care about money :-)

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Tags: roses, dead, wither, love, life, precious, antique, fragile

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Amanda J. S.
Amanda J. S.

Writersville, Denmark



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