Purple Dyes like White Flowers

[IceM]

My life is much the wilted tulip,
basking in the beauty of the days
before, reviving through memory
the days when it was treasured.

Cut open a mere petal
and see not my fading dye but
my darkening death, a fatality
of spirit, of emotion, of love.

Bleeding sorrow to corrupt your
colors, attacking your alleles.
How is the tulip to correct
its fall with a broken stem?

How I have been a white rose in
soul, how I long to be one truly.

[everyadventure]

I'm a bit confused. Is it better to be a white rose than a tulip? Why do you wish to be one truly? Will not a rose also wilt and be cut at the stem?

I think your flower metaphor can serve to capture the brevity of beauty and life itself, but it needs a little work to establish clarity. Thanks for sharing!

[IceM]

A white rose has no color.

[IceM]

Anybody else want to take a shot at this one?

[deryk]

I'm not a fan of dualism. This worked really well for me as a poem about a flower approaching the subject of memory death. I know this might sound trite, but I think it needs slightly more explication, especially in a realm where the soul seems to be apart from the natural order. Those are pretty complicated shades to deal with.