What could be said about those remains,
Did they expect the beauty to slip away?
Age must tamper with it’s worth,
The lines and cracks, faults, not stripes earned.
Once too bright, youthful, so in your face,
Now tired, depleted, slowly wasting away.
Rejecting needle fixes,
Starkness, reality now burned.
The rose laid bare causing quite a stir,
No filters, nor plumping or deceiving shapes.
Still compelling attention,
Rose remains an enigma yearned.
Rose remains – poetry by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.
Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.