A rose in an afternoon light

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Open Poetry #19

A rose in an afternoon light

Streen
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since 2001-11-28

Posts 169

0 posted 2002-03-11 06:08 PM

I see thee, oh rose, in an afternoon sun,
as I twirl ye about in m' fingers.
Thou art the work of the cliche-
I can see the worn ways of
innumerous poets drawn out
all over thine petals-
This stem of thine is foot-crossed,
a country pasture to the poet's
Mount Everest, where rare is the foot
that treads-
Surely thou art banal and trivial
material-unworthy of recognition,
of writings, of love, of life.
Yet, as I twirl thee about,
thine old petals peel, the skin
sheds itself in layers in new light.
Centuries of use have dulled thy skin,
but country pastures have beauty
all the same-
if not viewed in an afternoon sun.

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