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A Sweeter Scent

a rose is a rose
though bent by the spiteful wind
some petals are lost
its fragrance has not lessened
beauty changes but remains

its essence the same
yet overlooked, you pass by
touching another
perfection your objective
you forget time's truthfulness

beauty is fleeting
roses were not meant to last
yet this bleeding rose
pummeled and bent, almost crushed
offers you the sweeter scent

Eileen Manassian
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 12:19 PM
Hello Eileen Manassian, The rose is a beautiful flower. I like the lavender and the rose. both are my fav. Hugs. /Darlene/
Hind Avatar
August 1, 2024 at 12:46 PM
This seems true to me. "you forget time's truthfulness" indeed.
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 19, 2024 at 3:24 PM
Hello Eilleen, a rose is a rose no matter what. A beautiful flower no matter the color. A bleeding rose also offers its sweet scent. Hugs. /Darlene/.
Thomas Avatar
January 15, 2021 at 11:48 AM
Oh my what a beautifully made point dear Eilee! How have you been Majesty?
Meade Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 9:33 AM
Sweet and precious is the love given to another! May your love words continue to re-bud, bloom and reseed our hearts! Miss you Little One!!
Neumann Avatar
May 17, 2020 at 5:04 AM
Beautiful ...
De Beaulieu Avatar
May 14, 2020 at 12:59 PM
Hello Eileen manassian, roses are beautiful in any color. I like the scent. Haave a nice day my friend.
Kaufman Avatar
May 7, 2020 at 9:25 AM
Thank you for this beauty and congrats. loved the metaphor..
Makama Avatar
April 30, 2020 at 1:58 AM
Oh dear... The truth of life is so reflective and expressive here. We always search for the perfection, we have created in our minds, instead of enjoying the beauty just arms length away. These things must fade eventually, but then human frailty also adds to this beauty, making life dynamic and complete. The rose will always be beautiful. Great work my dear friend. I have missed u.
Watt Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 11:34 PM
‘The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.’ Shakespeare sonnet 54. You have written poignantly of the rose and how it represents beauty, dear Eileen. Beauty that some may see externally, AND beauty that lies deeper for those with eyes to see. Yet I deem you are not writing necessarily of flowers but of the inner beauty of people that is more difficult to perceive. May we have eyes to see that beauty. Blessings, friend.
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April 24, 2020 at 4:53 AM
Lovely poem. A rose will bloom and then will fade the truer we have been with ourselves the more lovely the aromatic bouquet as we grow older.
Raven Avatar
April 18, 2020 at 8:23 AM
Hi Eileen, yes, it is sad that the rose must wither and die, yet the human rose is eternal, it sings from within and cannot be stilled. The beauty of the human rose always lies within. I love the content of this write. The rose shall ever give me inspiration. Every rose has its beauty and its song is heard by someone. This is a definite Fav Eileen. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs....Mike. XX
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April 17, 2020 at 5:38 PM
I love the way this poem flows. I am not familiar with the Sedoka form of poetry. So far, I am limited to Haiku and free verse. This is an inspiration to try this form. I do love the message laced with lovely imagery. JC Hawkens
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April 17, 2020 at 9:00 AM
This metaphorical rose, like any other rose, is often enjoyed and praised while it freshly blooms...something which age cruelly takes away, but the beauty inside cannot be so easily erased. ~ Hope you are keeping well. Hugs // paul
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April 16, 2020 at 7:40 PM
Rose scent is so enamouring yet it has to go. The sweet memory of it makes you look for it again. Well penned. These days the roses donot have scents, only looks. The Indian rose, small in size, still has that aroma and a sweet aromatic mouth freshner is made out of its dried leaves called 'gulkand' in Hindi and is relished after meals along with betel leaves & other ingredients in India.
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April 16, 2020 at 6:30 PM
ahhh, that last line , so powerful, Eileen. You sure know how to write a lovely poem.
Manassian Avatar
April 20, 2020 at 6:31 AM
Thanks, sweet Andrea...This was not some fictitious write, but a soul cry of mine. Hugs
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April 15, 2020 at 9:53 AM
This one causes one to sigh. Hugs Rick.
Manassian Avatar
April 20, 2020 at 6:30 AM
Yes...it caused the author to sigh as well, but...unfortunately, it's a reality. Mental illness...does seem to detract from a person's value in many people's eyes. Thanks for the visit.
Neels Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 8:26 AM
A rose remain one of the beauties of nature.. That scent as well. Absolutely loved this gem
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 8:46 AM
Thanks, dear. So good to have you visit. LOVE your poem. Hope others give it a read. Blessings...
Lindley Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 7:27 PM
A rose gifts beauty , aroma, inspiration, color, imagination, romance , love and aspirations to those that have the heart and soul to see, feel, touch, embrace , appreciate and love. Even one crushed still gifts images of its beauty and truth. Your poem inspires me my friend. A fav God bless...
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:52 AM
Thank you for your visit, Robert. You are always gracious and kind with your comments. I'm glad you liked this piece. Blessings...
Trifiatis Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 2:54 PM
May the beauty of a rose is fleeting but its aroma as the aroma of your soul is everlasting my dearest friend, Eileen! Blessings and hugs xxx Great poem!
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:53 AM
Thank you, dear esteemed philosopher. This poem is really about mental illness. We shirk away from people who struggle with issues like depression or anxiety; however, these "roses" are also as beautiful as any other. Blessings
Salehi Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 1:05 PM
I Found You Among the Roses as beautiful as before... Yours is a lasting one...
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:55 AM
Thank you very much for your gracious comment. I find that people are not always able to see the inner beauty of someone's soul.
Wolf Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 12:28 PM
Ah! A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. As a flame on the verge of extinction, the rose never smells so sweet as when is wilting. Lovely penned, Eileen. ~ Gershon
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:55 AM
Thank you for understanding the essence of this piece and for your visit, Gershon. God bless.
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April 14, 2020 at 12:13 PM
Hi Eileen, What a beautiful poem. Full of wisdom. Look after yourself, Frances
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:56 AM
Thank you, Frances. Hope all is well with you and yours. Blessings...
Roper Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 11:25 AM
No matter what happens it still offers the sweeter scent. Beautiful verse my friend. I hope you and yours are health and had a wonderful Easter, that is if you do celebrate Easter there. ( Chasing Easter Eggs :)
Manassian Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 7:57 AM
Yes, dear...we do celebrate Easter. We will celebrate this coming weekend. Thank you for your visit. Blessings.
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