A Dying Rose
Her petals are dying, decaying before her eyes
The snow has fallen in which her body lies
Her stem lays cold, frozen by the atmosphere
Struggling to face reality of what her soul may appear
Her red tips suddenly fade to black,
Her leaves crumple like lips when cracked.
She is only wilting while struggling for life
There is no more blooming only pruning knives.
Her thorns keep growing while neglecting her beauty
The water she once drank has neglected its duty.
The other roses may be in a vase sitting on a table somewhere,
However she is the one alone, outside without the care.
She sees her self leaving life behind as one last petal falls.
She now only feels herself drifting as the wind makes her crawl.
Written By: Elyse Foltz
Showing posts with label metaphors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphors. Show all posts
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Monday, March 16, 2009
Never Lose Something You Won't be Able to Ever Find Again
If I ever find something of worth, like a seashell, do I let it be lost under the ocean floor or do I put it in my pocket to save and keep?
The most unique shells are not like the others. It catches your eyes; there is something about it that makes you want to pick it up. Perhaps the ridges, the color or the shape. Usually it is the slightly broken ones that grab your attention. I know that i'll never find another one like it....I may hold onto it for awhile as I roam the beach but in the end I throw it back out towards the ocean only to get swept back to the tide where someone else will find it. Or it will go farther out sea to perhaps never be found again.
The next morning I come back to where the masses of shells lay. I changed my mind. I've thought of nothing else but to find the shell i've once dropped. No matter how hard I search I can't find THAT shell nor one that looks anything like it. I lost it.
Was it a mistake or will I find an even better shell the next trip I take?
The most unique shells are not like the others. It catches your eyes; there is something about it that makes you want to pick it up. Perhaps the ridges, the color or the shape. Usually it is the slightly broken ones that grab your attention. I know that i'll never find another one like it....I may hold onto it for awhile as I roam the beach but in the end I throw it back out towards the ocean only to get swept back to the tide where someone else will find it. Or it will go farther out sea to perhaps never be found again.
The next morning I come back to where the masses of shells lay. I changed my mind. I've thought of nothing else but to find the shell i've once dropped. No matter how hard I search I can't find THAT shell nor one that looks anything like it. I lost it.
Was it a mistake or will I find an even better shell the next trip I take?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Destination
As I watched the many cars pass today on St. Route 39, I was thinking to myself that they all have some certain destination....they will either get there today....tomorrow....or a few days from now. Perhaps ones taking a long road trip across the country or they could just be out making an errand or two. One wrong turn could get them lost. But if they follow the road map, they'll get to their destination.
What is Your destination?
Are you making wrong or right turns? (no punn intended)
Will we be satisfied with the roads we take?
Or Will You end up crashing into the person in front of you?
What is Your destination?
Are you making wrong or right turns? (no punn intended)
Will we be satisfied with the roads we take?
Or Will You end up crashing into the person in front of you?
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