- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Reflection on a Rose
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I happened upon a photo of a rose.
It was one of the finest examples of flora in recent memory and I caught myself fixating upon its delicate beauty.
My mind traced each petal and flooded my memory of the intoxicating aroma it surely must have.
I remembered holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers such as this rose.
That bouquet had an end point.
That bouquet expired and was no more.
Its memory indelibly burned in my senses.
I found myself wanting to find that pictured rose and pluck it for myself.
Then it dawned on me; If I pluck that rose now, it has a shorter time to live.
It too will become a memory.
The longer I leave it to grow, the longer I can enjoy it's purpose.
I admire it from afar and promise myself one day to savor the next rose I hold just a little more than I did before.
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowalmost 3 years agoI agree, giving them a place in your garden where they can enjoy the soft water if rain and full spectrum of the sunny bulb is so much more rewarding, to see their whole from bud to hip, again and again
Thanks for sharing
