Oct 2022
I gazed upon its beauty,
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.
I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.
I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.
With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.
As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.
I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?
Šī¸ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.
I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.
I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.
With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.
As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.
I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?
Šī¸ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
I had a lucid dream last night. I dreamt I was a star and I dropped upon the earth scattered into millions of pieces and from my shattered pieces I soaked into the dirt and from my tears of sorrow I birthed a black rose. This is a poem that was inspired by my lucid dream.
