If Life Were a Rose
"Life is barren enough surely with all her trappings; let us therefore be cautious how we strip her" Samuel Johnson
In a conventional way
the form of a bouquet
handpicked, pruned, arranged
transparent its intention
a show of affection
celebration, achievement, romance
accepted and cherished
hinder its perish
watered and vased
displayed with pride
seen in first stride
the foyer table
wilted and worn
its memory mourned
pressed and preserved
But life is scarcely conventional
in a pragmatic display
found in wild disarray
knotted, thorny, weathered
misled by movies
never yours truly
sinister, tantalizing, obscured
forgotten and neglected
no flower collected
seized by weeds
cursed for its strength
avoided at length
further exiled
nevermore desired
the rose grows tired
lament and recur
About the Creator
Cassie G
Attempting poetry and storytelling
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