Nothing More than a Rose
The silent soliloquy
of an unspoken affection.
An exquisite design
of Aphrodite's games.
A common token of a
passion between two people.
Often mistaken as
a declaration of intent.
Occasionally the Leviathon
of a young man's dreams.
The imperfect symmetry;
a gift from the gods.
Crimson, ivory, gold, lavender,
all the colors of a love enduring.
The smallest of things,
and yet so perfect.
Yet it is nothing more,
than a rose.
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I saw no place for an author's note, so I'm just adding this in here to give you a little background on the poem.
I am not a poem writer. Repeat: am not. I love poems, can't write them worth crap. But, for my OSAI audition, I had to. What they did, is they let you out into this museum for two hours, you could pick any piece of artwork you wanted, and you had to write a poem inspired by it. Well, I wandered around forever, finding nothing that attracted my eye. Then I came upon a portrait of a rose garden. It was beautifully lit in the pale moonlight and there was fresh raindrops on the petals of the roses.
And so, there was the inspiration for this poem. I'm actually rather proud of it, even though I know it's crap; it's at least halfway decent, which is an improvement in my poem writing, as far as I'm concerned. But anyway, I just wanted to see what you guys thought about it. (:
of an unspoken affection.
An exquisite design
of Aphrodite's games.
A common token of a
passion between two people.
Often mistaken as
a declaration of intent.
Occasionally the Leviathon
of a young man's dreams.
The imperfect symmetry;
a gift from the gods.
Crimson, ivory, gold, lavender,
all the colors of a love enduring.
The smallest of things,
and yet so perfect.
Yet it is nothing more,
than a rose.
&&&&
I saw no place for an author's note, so I'm just adding this in here to give you a little background on the poem.
I am not a poem writer. Repeat: am not. I love poems, can't write them worth crap. But, for my OSAI audition, I had to. What they did, is they let you out into this museum for two hours, you could pick any piece of artwork you wanted, and you had to write a poem inspired by it. Well, I wandered around forever, finding nothing that attracted my eye. Then I came upon a portrait of a rose garden. It was beautifully lit in the pale moonlight and there was fresh raindrops on the petals of the roses.
And so, there was the inspiration for this poem. I'm actually rather proud of it, even though I know it's crap; it's at least halfway decent, which is an improvement in my poem writing, as far as I'm concerned. But anyway, I just wanted to see what you guys thought about it. (: