Black Poetry : rose petals in the garden

dnommo

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I took a walk through the garden
Perusing the growth of tulips as
Butterflies dance from leaf to leaf
Looking for a place to rest for today;

In the midst of the garden I see a rose
Wilting and slumping over a group of
Dropped petals and broken thorns that
Have lost their color after the fall;

I wonder how this flower could be in
Such a dilemma when I notice weeds
And dandelions huddled around the rose
Digging their roots deep within the soil;

I realized the reason for its destruction
For the flowers surrounding them have
Held tight to its roots and works hard to
Destroy it not from the obvious but its soil;

The rose’ foundation was strong, I remember
When I planted her and how I nurtured her
Back to restoration with gentle care given
To me as my heart poured into her true love

But I never saw the dangers, thinking my
Garden was well protected and I walked it
everyday to pull out the weeds so that the
bumblebees will have a safe place to play;

but I never saw the weeds as the changed
form to become a beauty of flowers so bright,
so innocent that I trusted them to cover and
protect her while I rested at the end of the day;

but this is when the seeds were planted, their
roots dug deep into the soil grabbing hold of
her roots and pulling, choking them, preventing
them from receiving the nourishment of the soil;

I was to secure in me as I walked the garden,
Leaving my duties to the plants surrounding
Me listening to the whispers as I continued
to finish the work I was called to do;

and it was not until I saw the petals falling like
tears of pain resting in piles of thorns that could
protect her from without but not from the things
held deep within for this is where her death began

and I could not see the enemy planting its seeds
for the dandelions were so trusting and beautiful
they were so peaceful amongst the many which
let me believe they could do no true harm;

but now I see and I know that the battle was not
for me to see as long as I tended to the garden
with me on my mind not seeing past the beauty
but looking deep within the soil, the foundation
of life the true existence of strength from above;

I pulled up the dandelions after I sprayed them with
Life giving waters from above and as they withered
Away I watched my rose lift its head to see the sun
Shine brightly once again as she slowly picked up

Her petals…
 

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