rose in a drinking glass.
withered, destitute-
amont the masses
of other drinking glasses.
and it's stopped taking water
and it's just sitting,
letting it's outward beauty fade.
but the eyes that view it
see the red shades
change so wonderful
and the shine may be gone
but the beauty within
is more evident.
the stem has browned
the petals turn down.
the crimson of the rose
has changed in ways it shows-

but many hidden beauies lie as well.
the stem, just green as ever
has been condemned too be the atlas
of that dying world.
and the sea of ugly, mis-shapen drink containers
have only one to hold
the beautiful remains
of something that was once more accepted.
it may be decrepit
but i think, once the attention fades
the ones who keep it around
many many days
after it should have been put down
those few
who believe in something new
a life that fell will rise
and the rose before my eyes
may die- knowing that this sea
may morn for it more
than anything that has graced this desk
ever before.

the rose in a drinking glass
adorns my desk of fake wood.
next to a plastic blue computer
and a clear halogen light.
the only beauty it's seen
will be remembered for the times to come
long after it has been long gone.

the dying rose,
a lone tribute to the beauty
in the living mess of it all.

02/21/2003

Author's Note: things may change around but true beauty never fades.

Posted on 02/21/2003
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