The Rose

A quick read, free verse.

Armed with his digital camera,

An impatient youth walked the woods.

And in those woods he captured many beautiful things--

Birds, bugs, trees and flowers--but being impatient,

He did not linger to check each photo’s quality.

Along his journey, he came across the most wonderful little rose

Who, noticing the boy, spread its petals wide

And waited for its grand debut.

Hurriedly, the boy snapped a picture and moved on.

The rose was overjoyed, knowing that its beauty

Would ever be preserved. Somewhere, someone would

Enjoy its loveliness, appreciate that it had existed.

From that moment on, the rose bloomed strong and proud,

Growing ever brighter for the remainder of its life

Until--for it was immortalized in film--

Happily dying, hidden from view.

 

But when the boy returned home and finally viewed the results,

He found that the rose’s picture had blurred

And swiftly deleted it.

Reviews

[popourii]

Many times pictures just don't do justice to life's beauty. Thank you for sharing this :)

[Brent]

Thanks for reading. c: -- I wanted to challenge the meaning of life with this poem. The rose had hoped to be doted on by people for generations, and had thought it had achieved this goal; it died contentedly believing that it had, even though the boy had deleted the picture. So really, does our reason for living come from the things we do, the things that happen to us, the things we leave behind, or just what we believe?