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The World Is A Rotten yet Beautiful Place

The last flower blooms.
Its buds open,
Allowing brilliant sunlight
To invade its being.

Tiny dewdrops
Fall from its fragile leaves,
And magnificent color
Glows from the light of the sun.

Dark clouds loom overhead
The Hourglass of Peace has run dry.

Downpour...

The little flower
Succumbs to the weight
of the never ceasing rain.

Collapse...

Frail and weak,
The flower lies on the ground
without dignity.

As quickly as life can be given,
It can be taken away.

Seeds are rushed away,
Gaining speed from the current.
Not knowing what's ahead,
They follow the ever extending river.

The rain finally lets up
Allowing the seeds to rest once more.

Gestation...

Time passes,
And the seeds recieve shelter
From the moist earth.

The Hourglass of Peace rotates,
Shifting the sands of time yet again.
A bud hesitantly emerges,
And life is born anew.

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  • Drevin Revlocke
    February 8, 2007

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    I agree that it seems like a story but I like it a lot! I love how it kinda gives light to dark times. At first I thought I was reading something kind'uv dark and depressing but I love how you made good come out of the flower dying. I truley hope that good can always come out of the bad. Very nice write and read!


  • Axel Gold
    February 8, 2007

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    This was interesting. It seemed more like a story than a poem to be perfectly honest, but I guess that's more about your own personal style than anything else.

    I liked the whole "cycle of life" metaphor that you've got going on here. I can't say that using the wilted flower/emerging bud contrast is necessarily original, but I thought that you carried it out pretty well.

    "The little flower
    Succumbs to the weight
    of the never ceasing rain." That stanza really caught my eye. The image of this flower collapsing under the weight of the rain just seemed so tragic. So yeah, good job there.

    All in all, this was a nice read. Keep up the good work!

    --Axel Gold


  • Viyanna Rosemarie
    February 8, 2007
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    The Hourglass of Peace rotates,
    Shifting the sands of time yet again.
    A bud hesitantly emerges,
    And life is born anew.

    i absolutely love the possibility that this can happen in life. i just wish it would in mine. thank yo ufor sharing this with me. viyanna rosemarie