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.