word_eyes Posted July 8, 2005 Report Posted July 8, 2005 Fading reminissance decaying rose sighed silently in your absence, trapped violently in your vase alone, it cries, no face to wipe, but petals to bleed, its body, drying its skin, ashing its eyes, sagging its neck, weakening its hands, wrinkling, dying for a sip, and you come home, after lost moments and mornings, and offer the plant a beer. And in a rage that it did not respond, you struck its cheeks, assuming that it felt nothing as it crashed against the end table, watching you walk away drinking a glass of fresh water.
Peredhil Posted July 8, 2005 Report Posted July 8, 2005 Ouch! Treating the person as an object, the height of non-appreciation. Selfishness and my-needs-first are sweeping 'cross the nation. Those who suffer in silence suffer in increasing need, trying to support others even while they bleed. I note the rose has no thorns to protect itself, and no recourse to attack.
reverie Posted July 8, 2005 Report Posted July 8, 2005 *nods* agreeing with Big P's assement... rev...
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