Red rose on cold stone bleeds
consuming crimson seeping
through apathetic cement.
Apathetic cement bleeds silver
like innocent nonchalance and
slivers of hope.
Silver meets red and supernova
explodes in a feat of stellar impossibility
for neither cares much for sense.
Then cement hardens and
red rose becomes dead rose
and supernova implodes into black hole.
Dead rose is black like rich
expanses of night and its petals
are paper like meaningless love notes.
Apathetic cement watches impassively
as dead rose is swept into the
beckoning arms of sea.
Passionate sea devours dead rose until
it is blown into smithereens causing
a tiny ripple; a silent scream.
Then cement is apathetic no
more but it is a binder and
holds itself together.
The casual footfalls of children
echo through the floor and cement
clutches at its tattered remains of hope.
a/n: that came from seeing a withered rose. yes, the first verse/stanza/paragraph/whateveryouwanttocallit was intended to be excessively wordy and extravagant in terms of syllables. make of that what you will.