Quote of the Week...

This week's quote is my most favorite poem of all time...and as I write that I admit that I am prone to hyperbole. But the issue is not whether this poem is my actual favorite or not, the issue is that Meinke says something worth hearing.

SONNET ON THE DEATH OF THE MAN WHO INVENTED PLASTIC ROSES
by: Peter Meinke

The man who invented the plastic rose is dead.

Behold his mark: his undying flawless blossoms never close but guard his grave unbending through the dark.

He understood neither beauty nor flowers, which catch our hearts in nets as soft as sky and bind us with a thread of fragile hours: flowers are beautiful because they die.

Beauty without the perishable pulse is dry and sterile, an abandoned stage with false forests.

But the results support this man's invention; he knew his age:

A vision of our tearless time discloses artificial men sniffing plastic roses.