Saturday, 10 January 2015

Black Rose Immortal



I am the eyesore in Elysian fields,
I am the black rose in a world that asks for red petals.       
Water from my roots boils in my stem,
For I can never be red like them.

The black rose blossoms just like the others,
White , yellow and red all are picked together.
But beauty is in the blossoming of the flower,
Yet the world sees beauty only in colour.

I see children rose picking in the morning,
And the reds they seem to pick without warning.
And the black roses waits in the amidst the grasses,
Until it finally fades.



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40 comments:

  1. brudberg11 January 2015 at 00:30

    Beautiful thought.. The black rose - beauty is also in the shape and the translucency. Would love that black rose.. Somehow I can see this responding to Blake's sick rose.

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  2. totomai11 January 2015 at 00:53

    yearning. i would have picked the black rose if i was one of the children. :-)

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  3. Old Egg11 January 2015 at 02:29

    I think picking black flowers is bad luck in some cultures, probably stemming from the times when mortality rates were so much higher. However they certainly do have an appeal. (Sshh! don't tell a soul but I am not fond of cut flowers at all).

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  4. Mary11 January 2015 at 04:34

    Very thoughtful poem. Thinking about black, they often say that black dogs in animal shelters are the last chosen. Sadly. And as for black flowers? I must admit I have never seen a black flower, but the idea of one intrigues me. It is sad about the rose really because when it is the darkest of night all flowers are the same color.

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  5. Abin Chakraborty11 January 2015 at 04:51

    appearances are indeed deceptive.

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  6. Susan11 January 2015 at 04:59

    Yes, it has a loneliness factor to be the odd man out--but you show it also has its degree of protection--to be last picked is to be longest lived.

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    1. SuyashJ11 January 2015 at 06:54

      Wow I never really thought of that . But I think you're right.

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  7. Brian Miller11 January 2015 at 05:48

    to truly see a black rose....wow how magical that would be eh? perhaps it is as much respect of what is unusual as well...or perhaps the little ones realize it is special...

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  8. Gabriella11 January 2015 at 06:07

    Unlike the swan in the tale, the black flower never turns white, or red for that matter. Some people become stronger after years of being the odd one out, some just wither.

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  9. humbird11 January 2015 at 06:18

    Yeah, black roses - for strong and mature, seems...never seen, but know about dark red, almost black - symbol of maturity.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky11 January 2015 at 08:02

    And yet - anyone can be a red rose. A black one is far more special!!

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  11. Kerry O'Connor11 January 2015 at 10:17

    There is nothing wrong with being original and different from the bunch.

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  12. ZQ11 January 2015 at 13:06

    Excellent argument.
    ZQ

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  13. Stacy M.S.11 January 2015 at 13:37

    beautiful analogy!

    makes me think of one being picked over because, perhaps, he isn't as loud or colorful as another.

    which then leads me to think about the old adage that we must always look below the surface...

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  14. Gen Giggles 11 January 2015 at 15:03

    But the black is the rarest, and most often hidden of blooms. Well written.

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  15. Anonymous13 January 2015 at 09:06

    Hard to be different and sometimes that is cast as lesser by the ignorant! I have seen black tulips that are rather striking. k.

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  16. Hannah13 January 2015 at 09:58

    The metaphor employed here works well...very visual.

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  17. Magaly Guerrero13 January 2015 at 10:31

    I wonder what the Black Rose looks like under moonlight. I wonder who will be the lucky soul to see its beauty...

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    1. SuyashJ13 January 2015 at 11:40

      sometimes even the lucky ones don't see he beauty in black , such is the crimson's allure

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    2. Magaly Guerrero14 January 2015 at 15:42

      Someone will. And it will be someone who matters. ♥

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  18. Unknown13 January 2015 at 10:41

    That black rose brings such imagery to the mind that I can't even begin to describe it. It envelops in fifty shades of gray (no pun attended), and opens up within the light to glisten and shine. Reminds me of someone that I used to know. Amazing poem Jae!

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  19. Locomente13 January 2015 at 15:36

    The contrast nicely brought out... The discrimination addressed subtly.
    Double likes :)

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  20. Gillena Cox14 January 2015 at 11:12

    i luv the line about children picking the brighter colours, this they do instinctively, without theorizing their actions,

    much love...

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  21. Yvonne Osborne15 January 2015 at 12:02

    Are we trained to like certain colors or born with that sense? Really strange how color affects taste, action and response.

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  22. Gail16 January 2015 at 13:29

    Beautiful!

    I would pick the black first.

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  23. Unknown16 January 2015 at 17:12

    Dear black rose, you are beautiful, I promise, and so unique! I love your kind!

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  24. Other Mary17 January 2015 at 14:21

    Your metaphor captures the essence of what it is to be different and unappreciated. Kudos.

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  25. Donna18 January 2015 at 15:13

    Oh I really loved this...
    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  26. annell419 January 2015 at 05:26

    The black rose is so rare and precious...I love this!

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  27. nan19 January 2015 at 06:30

    Black rose of beauty. I beg you do not care what others think.

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  28. Grace20 January 2015 at 15:46

    I would so admire the color of the black rose, so different from the usual red colors ~

    Good use of metaphor ~

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  29. Preeti S.23 January 2015 at 09:41

    I have always been intrigued by the whole idea of a black rose. Beautifully penned.

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  30. Salvwi Prasad24 January 2015 at 17:33

    "But beauty is in the blossoming of the flower,
    Yet the world sees beauty only in colour."

    Such strong and meaningful lines. I am in awe of these two lines. I might ruin your poem if I say anything more. :) Thanks for sharing.

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  31. Amrit Sinha29 January 2015 at 10:47

    I like black roses ... they appear mystical :-)

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  32. Margaret21 February 2015 at 20:34

    Intriguing reading this literally or applying it as a metaphor!

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  33. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 21:47

    Another story of the misfit who is actually more beautiful than the conformists, and much rarer.

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  34. Sumana Roy22 February 2015 at 03:51

    I haven't seen a black rose but it's definitely unique and is a class of its own...great write ......

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  35. Other Mary22 February 2015 at 05:24

    I really like your observation of unconventional beauty often going unnoticed.

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  36. Debi Swim22 February 2015 at 11:37

    "But beauty is in the blossoming of the flower,
    Yet the world sees beauty only in colour." People are often too superficial and never look to the true depth of being. Beautiful poem.

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  37. grapeling22 February 2015 at 14:53

    inventive and thought-provoking ~

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