There was that one time
When roses did not seem so
Clichéd
She opened the guitar case
Lo and behold a dozen
Long stem intentions spoke
To her in petals and posies
Laughing at every thorn
And jagged edge
Nurturing her delusions
Of love
Written for our last Quadrille Monday before we take a brief summer break over at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn has given us the word “rose” to be used in a 44 word poem, excluding the title. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
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