The Life of a Rose

by Trudy A. Martinez

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The Life of a Rose

The beauty of a rose is seen at its’ fullest.

The beauty of a life is seen at its’ end.

The pedal sings of its’ beauty

Through the touch of a hand,

Through the sniff of a nose,

A unique softness,

A sweet smell,

With a mere glimpse a haven unveils,

The beauty of a life is seen at its’ end.

Tales spring forth at the close,

Though a memory deposed,

Bringing forth an inter-beauty, Touching,

And caressing our soul,

Revealing a purpose,

As a departed lives on,

Conveying an ultimate plan,

The beauty of life begins again.

For a life at its’ fullest

Lives on in our hearts at the end.

Trudy A. Martinez

 

 

 

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The Core of Truth

By Trudy A. Martinez

Getting to the core of the Truth is like peeling an onion.

As you peel away the dead skin,

You may feel a little tinge.

However when you slice/chop to get to the center of the matter,

So you may savor the flavor,

The tinge begins to sting as tears swell.

Seeing through the tears is difficult

Because everything is out of focus,

Causing us to dwell on the effects of an action,

Instead of waiting to savor the flavor we originally sought.

Trudy A. Martinez