Shapes of various stem lengths, its leather like covers
The thickness of a stem a circumference filled with the sap of life
Fighting to survive the love of time, much similar life most times in a shorter measure
Its story mirrors retractable patterns, nothing compares with the risen rose

The blossom trumpets from its funnel, silent sound roars as it breaches the tunnel
Time spent attached in development with harmony in tune with mother earth
Mother plant protecting it fetus during gestation passing nutrition without question
Life’s duty without favour as only the matriarch can perform

Time approaches the hand of profit is now not far
A look, a pass, a calculation, deal is struck and the cut is made
Time has come, severed from mother, the umbilical cord sniped
Gently gathered and assembled but still with other family members
Boxed and shipped and road freight to all corners, price labeled

From the darkness of transport the light floods in as longing sustenance’s but its only temporary and fake
Gentle hands remove the thorned stems, a small shuffle and shake to regain beauties composure
Displayed in buckets, wrapped in cheap plastic covers, life’s forever contrast of genuine beauty and squalor

To homes they are taken, displayed with love, affection and brightness and even deception
They sit observing, fading, waiting but smiling, shine in color in their quick settings
Water volume in the vasing vessel assisting the temporary sustenance before life’s last gasp
Rain inside and sunshine out, dark moments for you as you seep the water of doubt
All around, you comfort the room chosen for you to pose, inanimate objects also I suppose

O rose upon the slab of all life you come here with us for your short life
A slave too many, money paid to the bartering trade, no complaint as you silently fade
Your petals fall one by one, tolerance lasts but a short while until end time has come
You are gathered again with your withered siblings, on most occasions no mercy is shown
Fickle is the time of life, we are all called to serve in nature is rife
Piece by piece we rose to the day and piece by piece our rose will display

MQ 08/04/08



Derry, United Kingdom

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life through the metaphorical rose



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