Rose Beauty (poem)
I was out for a walk, yesterday was Junuary,
Today the sun was blistering hot,
zero to sixty in six seconds
I walked across a gravel path
And came across
The most perfect, delicate exquisite
Burgundy rose petal, lying on the stones
It shone like a precious ghost in the rays of the sun
Like a precious drop of blood, left by nature herself
A golden pin, copper and bronze glistening highlights
Shone on the velvet treasure, accented by royal purple petal
Beyond everything I had experienced the past 8 months,
I forgot what beauty was. I gently picked it up
Wanting to save it from being trampled
Wanting to show it to others
I held it delicately in my palm,
“I want to show you a thing of beauty”, I said
“Yes”, They said, ”It’s lovely”.ˆ
“I want to paint it”, I said
I wish I could paint like this..
This fleeting moment of a thousand years.
It attracted my attention, it's done it's function
Only to live somewhere in memory forever
I tried to protect it from the wind
Which must have carried it to here
Knowing it had only so long to live
Gently I held it trying not to bruise it
When the wind caught it, it flipped it
And stole it, trying to abscond with it
“Wait!” I said, “You can’t do that!”
Thinking, was that the way it got to where I found it?
Did the wind carry it? Or did some other human
Pick it off a posey and walk away with it?
Only to lose it along the way home
It bothered me, that Mother Nature could create such beauty
How could I paint like that, to create such exquisite beauty?
Unto perfection, so delicate, I compared it to a flaming red bottle cap
Left on the pavement by some worthless stranger,
Not even close! Man-made engineered plastic
Not even cosmetically close to what I had found.
There is nothing man-made that can compete with nature
Nature is the best creator, which brings me to my second thought
If nature created me, was I as beautiful as that fragile petal I found?
p.s. will post photo when I can get my cellphone backup to work ~psp
dr. π (pi)
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Today the sun was blistering hot,
zero to sixty in six seconds
I walked across a gravel path
And came across
The most perfect, delicate exquisite
Burgundy rose petal, lying on the stones
It shone like a precious ghost in the rays of the sun
Like a precious drop of blood, left by nature herself
A golden pin, copper and bronze glistening highlights
Shone on the velvet treasure, accented by royal purple petal
Beyond everything I had experienced the past 8 months,
I forgot what beauty was. I gently picked it up
Wanting to save it from being trampled
Wanting to show it to others
I held it delicately in my palm,
“I want to show you a thing of beauty”, I said
“Yes”, They said, ”It’s lovely”.ˆ
“I want to paint it”, I said
I wish I could paint like this..
This fleeting moment of a thousand years.
It attracted my attention, it's done it's function
Only to live somewhere in memory forever
I tried to protect it from the wind
Which must have carried it to here
Knowing it had only so long to live
Gently I held it trying not to bruise it
When the wind caught it, it flipped it
And stole it, trying to abscond with it
“Wait!” I said, “You can’t do that!”
Thinking, was that the way it got to where I found it?
Did the wind carry it? Or did some other human
Pick it off a posey and walk away with it?
Only to lose it along the way home
It bothered me, that Mother Nature could create such beauty
How could I paint like that, to create such exquisite beauty?
Unto perfection, so delicate, I compared it to a flaming red bottle cap
Left on the pavement by some worthless stranger,
Not even close! Man-made engineered plastic
Not even cosmetically close to what I had found.
There is nothing man-made that can compete with nature
Nature is the best creator, which brings me to my second thought
If nature created me, was I as beautiful as that fragile petal I found?
p.s. will post photo when I can get my cellphone backup to work ~psp
dr. π (pi)
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