Beauty Is In the Eye of the Beholder (standard:poetry, 179 words)
Author: Lori	Added: Feb 27 2008	Views/Reads: 3915/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When I started this poem I couldn't figure out how to finish it. I sent it to a friend and he knew how to do just that. Thanks Tony! (Oops! Put up the unedited version yesterday ;o(.)

Beauty Is In The Eye of The Beholder 

~ 

A blossoming ruby rose 

raises a leg to see 

how deep its roots grow. 

An radiate scarlet rose 

raises a petal to see 

how the sunshine feels. 

An adored crimson rose 

raises its face to be blinded 

by the brightness of love. 

A blood-red rose 

wants to be a bud again. 

The world is a scary place. 

It's all alone. 

~ 

Is the crown-of-the-field attractive 

because of the ground, sun, or love it feels? 

Or is the bloom appealing 

because it tries so hard not to be? 

Does the rose see itself 

in the same way others do? 

~ 

Simply yearns for sustenance 

to make its short life pleasant. 

Doesn't ask for admiration 

or understand my longing stare. 

The beauty of the rose 

is known to all. 

Yet the humble flower 

waits for its petals to fall. 

© February 17, 2008 by Lori and TLB 

* Crown-of-the-field is an European annual having large trumpet-shaped
reddish-purple flowers and poisonous seed; a common weed in grainfields 
and beside roadways; naturalized in America.


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