10-09-2019, 03:40 AM
(08-09-2019, 08:20 AM)mindlmatter Wrote: it’s a rose. At first read this line seemed basic, but in context I think it is fitting. You could switch it up like "Gazing at a rose, Look at...ect...Really dig this idea, I feel like there is aton of ways you could revisit this idea, maybe make it a little less wordy. Or you could write a reflected poem high lighting the personification / symbolism / how the life of a rose (as a symbol of love) and death of a rose often mirror the elements they symbolism.
a rose, that represents passion, & love. maybe could do without "a rose"
it’s petals are ruby red. Kind of a cliche, hard to avoid when taking about roses, maybe you could try "relentless red"
the inner sides of them flame up in ash of pollen.
while it’s leaves ablaze green.
white, small flowers surround the rose.
twisting and curling around its stem,
as if it is a vine. Love the foreshadow of personification
thin lines, crinkle across the leaves
like a tattoo. love this analogy / personification, you could try "as if a tattoo" or "as if a chosen design"
if I pulled the rose close to my nose,
its aura would come in contact with me.
the smell of clean nature.
a day passed, and the rose was flat. Maybe loose the "and"
no volume, no energy.
arising, just the rotten smell of death,
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the stem was no longer high of life, Keep thinking of maybe developing the personification "the stem became withered, tired of life"
it flaked to the side, the petals
no longer red. as the leaves were no longer seen.
the spill of mud traveled down through the veins,
out spewed the smell of a concoction.
the leaves were curled up in a fetal position,
when touched they felt stale, dry,
and the air no longer blew it to life.
it lived through the day, but not through the night.
the rose was just a rose.
it lived, it died.
It had a purpose, until the sunrise. Love how you tie in purpose, temporary or otherwise!
Anyways love the direction and idea, keep on going! Hopefully some of my edits helped!
Thanks for the read!
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