Wednesday, June 8, 2011

5/29/11

5/29/11
(Poetic Bloomings prompt #5)

Aging Gracefully

Cracking
Peeling away
Truth revealed
Beauty Remains


Rose Petals

"He loves me,
he love me not."
Two pink petals
resting on the aged,
cracked ground.
The truth exposed,
she thought.


Beauty Revealed

Years of enduring and
sacrifice etched into
flaking, cracked skin.

Pale pink cheeks
illuminating the joy
found within.


What Intrigues

Without the cracks,
if the layers weren't peeling away,
would she have stopped
to take a picture
of two pink petals that day?



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