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At her Prime
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The Rose Our exquisite Bud,
Matures and develops into
A aromatic young adult.
Selfish in her adolescence
She stays closed and guards,
Her inner secrets.
Her thorns ever ready,
To prick when plucked.
The rose opens slowly,
Careful to showcase her beauty.
One narcissistic petal at a time.
Blooming brilliantly.
Her sweet aroma grows strong.
Our rose is at her prime.
when I was in California I had dozens of rose bushes and I loved comparing the beauty of the different stages of the roses unfolding, from the tight, new little bud to the aging one relinquishing her petals. I studied them all the time and it gave me a new appreciation for the life process and our own growth and aging....truly there is beauty in every stage!
Again, I say . . .Bravo! . . . for such a magnificent metaphor. At this point, she may be a little wrapped up in herself (if I may be permitted a small pun), but when her nectar is tasted by the winged visitor, perhaps their mutual pleasure will turn her outward (as the fragrance, also, is released to the summer breeze).
Starward
I must say I love it. My favorite line is "One narcissistic petal at a time" A Rose truly is a beautiful thing for us to write about, is it not?