On Roses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An exercise in word play and subject blending.

Submitted: October 21, 2015

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Submitted: October 21, 2015

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What the mind conceives of books and dreams

And visions conjured deep in cloud

Shall never fetch the love of faith

'though love shall speak of faith aloud.

 

Mystic dreams can melt from parables

To a kind of allegorical confusion

And words become flaming swords

That slay dragons in mythical clover.

 

Odd - How slumber seems to drift

Gliding to places where reality ends

Where the depth of self seems to fade

And the end of a story really begins

With teardrops falling on roses.

 

JEF / 2013

 

 


© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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