Faded

Silently the rose fell to the pond
Submerged in the water for but a moment
Then breaking the surface
Acquiescing to the pull of the tides
Following mindlessly,
Dancing across the water to the song of masquerade
The bright red petals of the rose fade
Every moment in the sultry water
Transforming the rose to be unexceptional
Still submitting to the tides the flower snags on a rock
There it stays, water pounding
Breaking apart what was once good
Leaving the beautiful rose dead,
No different from the common weed

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I never felt the need to use any literary devices in my poetry. It was always straight forward what you see is what you get. That is not true with this poem. The whole poem is either an extended metaphor or an allegory depending on which you like better haha. My challenge to you is can you see my intended meaning?

~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~