beyond white

we are lucky that we cannot hear
the screams of pain of plants.
we’d instantaneously go deaf
when we passed by flower shops
and we would most certainly go insane
around the christmas trees markets.
for instance, some discovered lately
that if you cut up in four the stem of  rose
and put each quarter in differently coloured water
the petals of the so watered flower
will each get a different colour.
so far everything is splendid
and the result of the “experiment” is more than interesting.
but eventually the flower dies by no means more beautifully
because of the “aesthetic surgery”.
 
and i come to wonder,
when did we forget to love white roses
just because they’re white?
and more, when did we forget to love roses right where they grow?
after all,
i fail to believe that to them is more attractive
the solitude (be it polychromatic)
nobly endured in the cold vase in the middle of a table.
or maybe their solitude
completes our own, who knows?!…
anyway, we’re lucky
that we cannot hear the screams of pain of plants.
and even luckier
that roses haven’t yet found the way
to set among their bushes
bunches of people.
or to make these polychromatic.

© 2015 Liliana Negoi

originally written in Romanian

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