What better way to celebrate the 1st day of Spring!
*Robert Frost *
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.
Sending my emotions adrift
Wavering through seas of consciousness
Continent
Emphatic expressions leading to the edge
My insanity
Dwelling upon the ruins of my senses
Oddly I have six
Do I descend within the boundaries of a wall I have yet to build?
Do I gather stones?
Remnants of my past?
I build
A flood draws near
Stone by stone
Heavy is my burden
Light is my solace
The mortar is thinning
And still the flood draws near
My soul I fear is waning
Stripped and reposed
Of what is
Of what was
The flood vastly approaches
Still………I build