Thursday, September 22, 2011

55 - A Rose by any other name


Battered, bruised and browning 
they held on for dear life 
as the season was coming to an end. 
As petals fell to the ground 
the essence of their beauty 
was left in the sweet 
aromatic fragrance 
that trailed in the air. 
If you were to close your eyes, 
you could still picture the perfect bloom.
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30 comments:

Heaven said...

I am sad to see my roses actually falling off to the ground.

Perfect blooming 55 ~

Have a good weekend ~

Brian Miller said...

tis that time of year...think i will close my eyes and just remember....

5thsister said...

That was quite tender and sweet, actually. :o) Mine was neither! :oP

Margaret said...

Well what do you know... I was waiting for the twist, the punch line.. But this is beautiful, Monkey Man. Didn't know you had it in you. :)

G-Man said...

The oft written about
The surviving
The sad....
'Last Rose of Summer'
Loved your 55 KP
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End.

Morning said...

yeah, the perfect blossom, no one will want to forget.

very ebnjoyable 55.

Mijayami said...

Lovely 55. I have a few sad roses clinging to life in my garden, too.

Cloudia said...

liked you poem :-)



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DaleTheDoll said...

Hey, human. If I had a finger, I'd put it down my throat. Roses! Bluck! Good riddance! (I still feel compelled to tell you, that was a well written piece even if I don't like the subject. I'm not a totally uneducated ventriloquist doll).

Janna said...

"Held on for dear life as the season was coming to an end."

Wait, I've got it!
It's a metaphor for R.E.M, right?

(*pause*)

(*crickets*)

...right?

Sigh.
Fine.

That reminds me, I'm mentioning you (sort of) in my next Jannaverse post.
I think it's scheduled to drop on Sunday night.

Jinksy said...

Ah... nice bit of nostalgia here.♥

Me said...

I just hate that summer is over. :(

izzy said...

Hope yours have a wonderful scent!
mine all do- still going, along with my Azalea of all things!
Thanks!

A Daft Scots Lass said...

Rabby Burns always makes me heart skip a beat. Your poetry is a close second.

Have a great weekend.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

As the character Dr. Ian Malcolm said in "Jurassic Park": Life finds a way.

Green Monkey said...

But enough of my whimpering... back to you. That was sweet. Live that you see beauty around you

Yvonne Osborne said...

It certainly is the season of browning. And your last two lines....how true. Thanks for the ode to the lovely rose.

Alice Audrey said...

Great look at the change of seasons. Poignant.

Mama Zen said...

That's really lovely. Poignant 55.

Mama Zen said...

That's really lovely. Poignant 55.

Daydreamertoo said...

awww yes, it's sad to see them die, but, I guess it is the cycle of life. They sleep through winter so they are re-born anew in spring.
Lovely 55!

Doctor FTSE said...

Yes, yes. Very nostalgic for the fading summer.

Adsila said...

Nicely written. I am looking forward to fall.

MorningAJ said...

I trimmed back my roses a couple of weeks ago and now I have a new crop of blooms. Not sure how they'll last though.

Stranger said...

Monkeyman, you're a total romantic! (Don't worry, I wont tell anyone).
Seasons end, we all age, even those fading roses. Lovely 55.

My roses too are fading fast - the last big blooms were roasted by a heat wave that struck here a few weeks back, but I'm not ready to decapitate them yet.

hedgewitch said...

Nothing brings back the memory of a rose like those crushed petals. Loved this one, MM, and your WTH wednesday--I am sooo baffled by this whole concept of collecting unknown total strangers and getting them to call you friend, and that proving something (??) that the story doesn't even surprise me.

yellowhousecafe said...

tossing you a vine...heck a whole rose as I picked it from you blog, hope you don't mind...fab 55~

Kikit said...

Matter fades. Perfection doesn't (at least in the mind).

Lydia said...

Beautiful and true as the roses of summer. It is reminding me that next year I must take much better care of my rose bushes. I was in a funk this year and my beautiful roses suffered because of it.

haikulovesongs said...

beautiful... i can smell them from here...