today i rose, to pull apart my petals.

today i rose, to pull apart my petals

cataloguing the colour change

from blues to greens, soft pale pinks to a gentle dove grey

noting each frayed edge

each sign of a skirmish lost, or even rarer, won

i caressed each petal as it left my form

giving reverence

to the gossamer strength encapsulating me

i traced my fingers along the veins of my years

(the only true way to tell a person's age

you know

not unlike the rings of a tree)

and smiled at what i found there..

in every fall, in every success,

in every deepest dark moment

or time of lightest glee

i found the thread that sewed them all together

and it was simply:

love

the hope of love,

the giving of love,

the chase of love,

the finding of love..

in all the things i ever could have hoped

for the life that i would live;

in all the things i could have found

hidden amidst the layering folds of petals;

in all the worlds ever to be unknown to me;

love is the culprit of my existence

i can only smile for the joy of it

Author's Note

inspired by a write of a good friend of mine.. perhaps he'll let me post a link for you to read.. i'll put it here if he allows

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was a beauty. You have created an inspiration for optimism. I read this poem, but I honestly lost sight of you at the end. I saw you at first, but then you transformed into a metaphor for the entire world. There is still hope for all of us, even though a few leaders wish for hate to exist forever. There is a duality in the interpretation. I love how you can relate to it in many ways, but still come to the same conclusion in the end. I think that's superb communication. When interpreting yourself as a metaphor..we are not spoon fed any thoughts to do so. That is what I think makes this poem special. I admire a writer that can inspire thought with a design that does not make the person feel led by the hand.

[angela]

I lost myself in your poem...breath taking write...
so different from a normal "love" poetry...
I love the lines ""today i rose, to pull apart my petals"
"i traced my fingers along the veins of my years"

"i found the thread that sewed them all together
and it was simply:


love"

[Ecnelis]

I read this other day and was too blown away to review, but now, (after coming to my silly sort of senses) I can honestly say I love this!

From the first line the reader is swept on inner journey through colors and aging veins and brought to a beautiful resolution that is brought to a close with one of the best ending lines in a poem, I've possibly ever read.

Love, in all its many forms and all the things it pushes us to do! How clearly you describe it! How simply you unwrap it.

I don't know, I suppose, this is just my crush on your poetry talking.

[Crowley]

Nothing I can say that the multitudes haven't already said. Simply divine...wow.

[FlawedByDesign]

Quite stunning!
I love that you incorporate an audio version to your poems, because poems ring so true when the writer reads them. Only the writers know the true meaning and the way to read the poem they wrote, so thanks for doing that :)

The life of a rose is so short, but filled with beauty. I really enjoy how you focused on the aspect of love here.
"love is the culprit of my existence" - paints pictures of utmost affection as he/she hands the love to their loved and with it a piece of their heart.

Really well done :)

[J.Black]

"today i rose, to pull apart my petals" .... sigh, i love the first line.

"i traced my fingers along the veins of my years
(the only true way to tell a person's age
you know
not unlike the rings of a tree)" ... omg even this. wow. this is suc ha wonderfully constructed poem. you did a brilliant job!

[.ronald.039.]

this was moving stuff. well done. you strayed away from the cliches involved in most love poems. i enjoyed it.

[Antonio Valentino]

in every fall, in every success,
in every deepest dark moment
or time of lightest glee
i found the thread that sewed them all together
and it was simply:


love


the hope of love,
the giving of love,
the chase of love,
the finding of love..


in all the things i ever could have hoped
for the life that i would live;
in all the things i could have found
hidden amidst the layering folds of petals;
in all the worlds ever to be unknown to me;
love is the culprit of my existence


i can only smile for the joy of it

What a beautiful bloom this is. Each petal, another layer of your spirit, unfolding to reveal such a caring fragrance.

Keep watering it with the love of your smile, it becomes you.

Loved this.
Antonio xx

[DavidRyanM]

Brilliant title. Kind of want to steal it. You definitely have a way with words. Bringing the reader into a new area with which to feel an old emotion in a refreshing way. I like it. A lot. I'm glad you found me on here.

[An owl on the moon]

This is simply stunning... such a beautiful write that lifts the heart and mind to that place of deepest satisfaction. Wondrous and bright!