On far away, solid, rock covered peak,
Around which millions of falling stars streak,
Stood an exquisite rose.
Its soft petals bathed in sunshine and dew
Much adoring sighs from heaven it drew
In rhyming verse and prose.
An old snail, admiring its freshness n’ hue,
Across its petals slithered and with due
Respect it departed.
The rose felt angered and yelled: "Oh how vile
That a rose an ugly snail can defile!"
N' with hurt pride it smarted.
Returned the snail, humbly to kiss the ground,
The spot from whence such beauty could abound
N’ with shattered heart it wailed.
The rose smiled. With grateful heart, but broken shell,
The snail - feeling like one redeemed from hell -
Hangs on a thorn, impaled.
© P. J. Oszmann (2002 – Revised 2004)
© Illustration created in Photoshop (2005)
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I really love this poem Peter it is so Unique so feeling with a message to always remember. Sad message but...
Thanks Peter You are an outstanding inspiring Man!
Health and Happiness be yours and your families' always.
Take good care of yourself and let others spoil you now and again, too.
Tracey xoox (c :)42
Well done!
Bonnie
This is exquisite! Expertly composed/written, thought provoking prose; BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A mysterious symbolistical composition.
"The Rose and the Snail" shines under the light of philosophical-
poetic thoughts.
I salute You, Poet!
Long Healthy Creative Life through a Blissful Living.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Peace,
Carolyn
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)