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Poem: The Lone Rose

Updated on August 22, 2012
Can you stand the test of time?
Can you stand the test of time?

The Lone Rose

Against the backdrop of the ominous sky, enduring the harsh winter soltice, the lone rose with its vibrant stem and forest green leaves opens its humble petals to the world---a metaphor for survival.

But how long can it endure its punishment?

Day by day it is subjected to harrowing conditions inflicted upon its soft and tender native structure, fighting with all its might not to succumb to the elements that attack its gentle nature.

But finally the rose cannot endure any more and retreats in order to rebuild and repair its sustained injuries, only to return again in the spring where new buds will bring new hope and the cycle of life will begin once again...

Robin Grosswirth

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    SirDent 4 years ago

    Beautiful poem. I can see the picture you painted with your words.

    voted up and awesome.

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    Vincent Moore 4 years ago

    I love a rose and it's thorny nature. It symbolizes to me it's strength and endurance protected by it's thorny skin, yet to release the ever so softness within its petals and scented with the perfume of gods themselves. It endures for a short period of time, plucked and given as a gift to the hearts of many in surprise and wonder.

    Then sadly it folds and withers and leaves us for a season. Then the miracle unfolds all over again as it shoots from the soil so proud to reveal all it's beauty all over again, protected by it's thorny members. A beautiful piece by a lover of the rose. Well done my poetic friend.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Sir Dent, thank you for taking the time to read my work. So glad you enjoyed it.

    Vincent, thank you so much for taking the time to read my work and comment so thoughtfully about each piece's context.

    Yes, the rose is protected by its thorns, but it is also so very fragile and subject to the conditions thrust upon it (weather, handling, lack of care, and being plucked for commerce), just like the human species. Yet, as luck will have it and as a rite of nature, we see it bloom once again (a metaphor for resistance).

    Again, thanks so much Vincent. Coming from such a talent like you, I can only be humbled that you took the time to read my scratches.

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    Sueswan 4 years ago

    Hi Robin,

    Beautiful. Like the rose, I think that this can apply to people.

    We can work ourselves to sheer exhaustion but we are renewed with a vacation ; ready to start the cycle over again.

    Voted up and away

    Have a good evening. :)

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    Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

    Lovely write!

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    Sunnie Day 4 years ago

    One word...Beautiful!

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Sue, Audrey and Sunnie, thanks so very much for reading my work and taking the time to commune with it.

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

    Lovely thoughts.

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    shruti sheshadri 4 years ago from Bangalore, India

    Beautiful, i really liked the description of the flower. Really heartfelt!.. Well done :)

    Glad to meet you :)

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Gypsy and Shruti, thanks for the read and for communing with my poetry.

    Nice to meet you too, Shruti.

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    sweethearts2 4 years ago from Northwest Indiana

    I read this several times and then read again while playing The Rose by Bette Midler. The harsh elements it faces are the elements it needs to survive..water, heat, dormancy, and even plucking to become stronger for the next season of its life. I envy the rose for its endurance without losing its beauty and softness.

    Beautiful poem. Voted up and all buttons except funny.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Thank you for your thoughtful read and following.

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