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The roses lie upon the ground
Their petals shriveled and dead
Where once they bloomed so tall and proud
They’re now decayed instead
Once they gave such pleasure
Their scent wafting in the air
Unparalleled they stood
In beauty beyond compare

Their haunting scent is gone now
The petals have faded away
Dropping softly to the ground
Unnoticed at the end of day
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
And vanity clouds our view

The flower that gave such beauty
That we loved to gaze upon
Is still to be revered
Although now faded and gone
Just as the face of a beautiful woman
Who’s weathered the ravages of time
Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave
When she was in her prime.

Copyright ©2007 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Grandma Bea

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The following comments are for "The Beauty of the Rose"
by Beatrice Boyle

abstract ideals
like loving the IDEA of the perfect rose, not appreciating the real rose at all, refusing to acknowledge that all living things have their seasons and that each has its own beauty... "But too often the eye is unseeing/ And vanity clouds our view" how very true!

calls to mind the current mania for cosmetic surgery in a desperate bid to halt time in its tracks...a battle, not of us can win... people need to embrace change and face reality, there's beauty in that, I think...

easier said than done?

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 22, 2007 )

The Beauty of the Rose
Yes flowers are transitory. We love their beauty and scent. Like Marilyn Monroe, Marlene Dietrich, and others. We older women if not senile still harbor our youth within and enjoy our memories. We are fortunate to live long enough to learn a little as we grow old on the outside. I love yellow roses and some salmon colored hybrids as well. Thanks for the note of beauty it lit my senses.

( Posted by: echomarm [Member] On: August 22, 2007 )

Not sure
This made me laugh out loud after four lines I'm afraid. The form is archaic and the rhyme forced and naieve. The choice of phrases I found to be a little cliched also. In fact the last line seems to bring it back to earth with a bump. I liked that effect.

( Posted by: NascentPawn [Member] On: August 22, 2007 )

Lillies that fester ...
I actually liked this poem, but I tend toward archaic rhyme as well. What I found interesting were the four unrhymed line endings: beauty, revered, woman, gave.
Very subtle and telling.

( Posted by: poeteye [Member] On: August 22, 2007 )

I'm with you , Shannon.
Hi Shannon...Actually, this was inspired by another poem of mine "Stranger in the Mirror" (archives) as I was re-reading it the other day, and of how shallow we are as a society. We tend to ignore or discard that which is past its prime!

I'm with that beauty should have no seasons, be it the rose, a woman, art etc. Long after the facade has faded...the core/essence of what we/it were that inspired us, still remains ..if only in memory. Think of great paintings, sculpture, music etc.and yes...even a beautiful woman! As long as we can see them in our minds eye...they live, frozen in time forever...just as they were!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

Pen and Echomarm
Pen...I too love that's especially flattering to older skins. Very aptly named...ashed of roses...the remnants of what once was!

Echomarm...So glad you enjoyed it... Like youth...true beauty is also wasted on the young!
But the discovery of it in old age, is worth the wait.

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

Thank you Griff!
Hi Griff...appreciate your critique...however, since I am a bit archaic myself, and the queen of cliches...this is par for the course for me!

Of course, I'm in good company with all the other "archaic" poets of old (tho certainly not in their class!) who wrote simple rhymes about the meaning of life and love, and conjured up emotions that stay with you forever.

You will find no erudite, puffery on these pages...just simple truths from experience and hindsite..Please stop in again.


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

Thanks Poet!
Thanks've got a good eye! (couldn't resist!)

I fell in love with Poetry at the age of 4 yrs old upon hearing "Little Boy Blue" by Eugene Field, being read to me by my mother....It's STILL my favorite poem! It had everything...rhyme, rhythm, a tender story...everything a good poem needs.
I rest my case!

Thank you for taking the time to comment.

Archaic poets unite!!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

Beauty of the Rose...
Beatrice how beautiful and what a "different" approach. You are so talented...and just think, you also have a poetic name. I can't wait to read more of your poetry...

( Posted by: JetfireK [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

Dante's Beatrice
Thanks Judy...and welcome to Lit.

I like to think that Dante` had a fling with my great.great...great...(ad infinitum) grandmother from whom our name was handed down. Made a great story in our family with each generation...a name to be proud of indeed!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 23, 2007 )

The Beauty of the Rose
This reminds me of the lines from the old song, "Danny Boy" - "The summer's gone, And all the roses falling..."

( Posted by: SallyY [Member] On: August 26, 2007 )

"festering lillies"???
How Poeteye got "festering lillies" out of this I don't know, must be some botany inside thing maybe?...because what I read here is a graceful little poem about true eternal beauty. I like the rose as a metaphor.

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: August 27, 2007 )

Old Roses wil bloom again!
Hi Lucie...old roses...old people...old friends all fade from view sooner or later, but like Phoenix rising, we are reborn with the legacy we leave behind, as are the petals of the Rose, nourishing the earth, to be reborn again.

Love ya,

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 28, 2007 )

My reference to lillies
Sorry, that was obscure. Shakespeare's line came to mind as the only other poetic reference to faded flowers. Actually there's lots, and I should have used something more like: "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May."!

( Posted by: poeteye [Member] On: August 28, 2007 )

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