Tasting the darkness
of a black rose
in winters garden
I fear it’s scent.
Should I pick
the rose by it’s thorns
or the petals
of life.
The tree watches
like an unbowed god
offering me a branch.
I become a leaf
of summer.
My breath exhales autumn
as I fall
the black rose
opens wide it’s petals.
I become the rose
and wither.
Author notes
Trying to describe death.
A contest entry
- Inspired by Zen by Heath Thompson.
1750 points, ended December 20, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hi, congrats on the bronze. There is a lot about this poem I like - as I've said below. It shows a person who is walking the Zen path, trying to find a way towards a deeper understanding.
Thanks, I very much enjoyed it! -
'the tree watches
like an unbowed god
offering me a branch'
love those lines. very poignant
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Very good poem. Speaking of sadness yet hope. The emotions that come along with it. I think you did an excellent job and it was a fantastic read. All the best in the contest!!
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Beautifully Poignant... This is an outstanding goodbye poem, although sad... Thank you for sharing your creative muse's zen-like words with all of us. Wishing you all the best in the contest!!! 
Peace Always, Cyn 
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Excellent writting
Buddah would be so proud of you as would the Taoist, this is central to both ideas.
Being someone who appreciates both and this poem. I congrat you on a poem to be proud of
Wind Walker
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Excellent. I found this a thought provoking read. very much the style of Zen and what it stands for. I am sure you are gong to do very well in this contest.
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Wow! Just amazing! I love the metaphors uyou used in this for death. Such a succinct and vivid piece. A wonderfully deeply thought out piece here.
All the best with it.
Gaylene
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Hi!
I really like this. Especially this stanza:
The tree watches
like an unbowed god
offering me a branch
Thanks for entering. I think you know what I am looking for.
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