Poem: Rose of perfection #mop12
January 18th, 2012 § 2 Comments
You admired my bountiful petals
Watered and pruned me
Watched with pride as I branched out
Your perfect blooming rose
You weeded the grass
Viciously tearing out the stalks
Ensured I was the centre of attention
Your beautiful blooming rose
You tore out the flowers
Leaving the front yard bare
Until I was the only plant there
Your lonely blooming rose
My petals became brown and forlorn
You tended to me
Gave me all of your care
Your fading blooming rose
You wanted to make me perfect
Pruning, trimming, diminishing me
Until I was a lone rose on a bare branch
Your ugly blooming rose
My petals fell onto your pristine lawn
And you put them in the rubbish bin
And vowed never to plant again
Your dead blooming rose
To me this poem heralds the cycle fo life and an inept god!
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