Mike Gentile Poet Rhyme

The Shape of Beauty

When the bloom departs the rose
                               And faded petals reign
                        What then, the shape of beauty
                              What is there to remain

                        When the wounds of life’s assault
                              Surrender scars account
                         What then, the shape of beauty
                              What image to surmount

                        Who then, must expound the key
                                To render figure fair
                         Can we not see past the thorns
                              To inner grace laid bare

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Gregory Richard Barden December 18, 2018 at 6:31 PM Oh, this is exquisite, Mike, and I have to fav this one! The tempo, refrain, imagery, metaphor, word use, phrasing - all elements are just superb, and woven into a tapestry of creativity and wisdom that touches deeply. Just adore this write - nicely done, my friend! :-) Mike Gentile December 18, 2018 at 7:57 PM Thank you so much Greg, I am so happy that you liked it , I really appreciate the compliment!!!

Gershon Wolf December 18, 2018 at 2:28 PM Sigh. Inner beauty and strength are where it's at. If only we could always see past the external glitz...AND very ironic that Edward Ibeh appears in the comment below this one, as he has a contest, "Would you still love me?", that your poem just speaks to. (It would need to be tailored to the contest requirements---but you've nailed the essence of his theme)...Just a thought. At any rate: Wonderful, wonderful, write! Season's best, Gershon Mike Gentile December 18, 2018 at 3:01 PM Seasons best to you as well Gershon, Thanks so much !!

Edward Ibeh December 14, 2018 at 8:48 PM Stellar write, Mike;-) Very well-written. Happy holidays! Mike Gentile December 15, 2018 at 8:10 AM Thank you so much Edward anf Happy Holidays to you as well !!

Carolyn Devonshire December 14, 2018 at 12:20 PM The longer we live, the more we realize that it is not the bloom that makes the rose so precious, but its potential and inner strength. Congratulations on your win in Brian's contest, Mike! Best wishes, Carolyn Mike Gentile December 15, 2018 at 8:11 AM Thank you so much Carolyn, wisdom does come with age. I appreciate you kind comments xxoo

M. L. Kiser December 14, 2018 at 6:35 AM Remarkably beautiful; I do love roses and they are a great metaphor. Thorns are the tiny hindrances and difficulties of life; but they're small and can be seen past. Well penned. Mike Gentile December 14, 2018 at 9:13 AM Thanks so much MLK xxoo

Vijay Pandit December 13, 2018 at 3:01 PM Deep write..I feel the essence of your poem: Can we not see past the thorns To inner grace laid bare. Well written, as always Mike. Mike Gentile December 13, 2018 at 3:21 PM Thank you so much Vijay !!

Heidi Sands December 13, 2018 at 1:44 PM Wow, what a beautifully written descriptive poem. Good flow too Mike :) Have a nice day! Mike Gentile December 13, 2018 at 2:07 PM Thanks so much Heidi xxoo