Nov 2020
THIS BLOSSOMING INTO BEING
the rose puts
her red armour on
goes to fight
the common enemy
time
her only weapon
an ephemeral beauty
three stars rise
above her head
this her last night
on this earth
fallen petal
by petal
was it enough
that she could say
"I am!"
the rose puts
her red armour on
goes to fight
the common enemy
time
her only weapon
an ephemeral beauty
three stars rise
above her head
this her last night
on this earth
fallen petal
by petal
was it enough
that she could say
"I am!"
***
I was thinking of my first wild rose I ever remember when I can barely remember myself of that time and not realising they had to leave us. "But why do they have to go?" I asked in "does-everything-go-voice" and my Da answered in an "OΜ vraiment maraΜtre Nature" voice. It was the most beautiful of summers and I couldn't believe that time wasn't endless and life but a gift given to us...
I was thinking of my first wild rose I ever remember when I can barely remember myself of that time and not realising they had to leave us. "But why do they have to go?" I asked in "does-everything-go-voice" and my Da answered in an "OΜ vraiment maraΜtre Nature" voice. It was the most beautiful of summers and I couldn't believe that time wasn't endless and life but a gift given to us...
