"why do rose petals
become more potent
after the flower has died?"
she held
a charcoal stem
between innocent fingers
crimson stained
ebony
dewdrops
on vibrant petals
rain
on withering red
tearstains
on
grey
why did you cherish
the memory more
than you cherished
the person the rose
you only noticed
the candle
when they turned
off the lights
close the box
drown it
under the people's goodbyes
cover the woes
bury the tears
under
soil
under
regret
place your roses
place your roses
place your roses
the scarlet is beautiful
for the ones above
but the gesture
goes unseen
by the ones
it is meant for
"why do we give
cold dirt
roses
if we don't
give
people
a second thought"
she held
a charcoal stem
"go give your rose"
go give away
your regret
she held
a charcoal stem
between diconsolate fingers
and the night passed
and standing
there before an engraved stone
still
she held
a pretty little rose
a withered dying rose
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If eulogies were roses. We would always be caught by the fragrance of the essence of what was in what is.
Becoming more potent as time withers it's image.
Why do we cherish the memory, more than the rose, maybe because of the sentiment it carried when we first held it, felt it, smelt it, seeing it's surface scarlet beauty without a thought to be seen with heart by the ones it's meant for, but leaves a sentiment that when the cold dirt roses are handed that person becomes a second thought. In thought of their feeling.
Huh She held a charcoal stem
Between diconsolate fingers.
You can say or see that maybe. That is a release of greater fragrance. The crimson fading into charcoal, is the withering of meaning of an old soul. The dewdrop of rain, laying shame to pain on petals Softly laid. Roses placed, Roses placed,Roses placed, to cover the woes and bury the tears under the soil under the regret of moments not achieved, neglected and short-lived if not unlived.
I guess when we're blinded by the focus parallel light when darkness comes with a snap of a finger we start to see the value in the spark of the candle.
The Box eventually closes, and gets buried unlike the woe is , with roses and goodbyes.
While as she holds hers
It withers. Leaving the POTENCE Of the red that was. With the grey that has turned to be.
From Pretty
To Dieing
Making one question which fragrance or potency of fragrance we enjoy more.
Memory Vs Actuality.
If eulogies were roses.
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(I just realized that commenting and reviewing are two different things, don't mind me). This is lovely. The questions asked through the speech, the consistency of the person holding a rose and most of the lines connecting to roses/soil, the way it makes me think of how the world behaves in only a few lines, all of it is amazing. I honestly can't give you any tips because I think this is great. Great job, keep up the good work!
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I might be in love with it :O! As I read, I got chills like sad ones (idk what to call them I get them when I start reminiscing about my own life-)! The crossed out words and the length of the poem gives it more depth, feeling, life! To me, it's absolutely perfectttt! Well maybe it's just how I read it but it's truly beautiful!!! I have no complaints or tips of my own to help you since they are better than my poems so if I give tips I don't think they would do much damage cuz you already know them all!!! I don't even have a favorite-. I LOVE IT ALLLLLLLLL!!!!
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