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The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next. Advertisements

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Benign

Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss.   (Watercolor by Henry Miller)    

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Scent

Suspicion assails, Why did he give this to me? The scent of a trail.   (Artwork by Paul Klee)    

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Superstar

Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading

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Sheath

Dancing blue-black flame soloing among soft sheaths– ballet’s fragrant leaps.   (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)

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Soma

It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.  

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Gist

The manic blush and titter of young love is no serum nor mirage, but rather the gist of bloom martyred so soon to thorns.

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Cherish

Blossom, hue of vetted contradiction, between cherish and fade– Hours, like thorns, slow burn to chasten.

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Rare

This is how I grieve– words, pearlescent to glean, and bare, poured, like so much light, on petals bruised by touch and Beauty rare.

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Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Enfolding vortex, chambers of rose burial– to die claiming love.   (Kiss from a Rose¬†¬© Harold Davis. Used with permission.)

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