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Breathlessly
sometimes calling your name
leaves me breathless
couldn't wrap my lips around it
or my throat to birth it
suddenly my mouth turns dusty dry
Sometimes I smile alone
spelling your name on my screen
or just wander around
thinking up colour schemes
for a dream
Sometimes you make me feel like screaming
I want to burst into a butterfly
to show you Im not all drab
I want to be a dancing poppy flower
or a rainbow in hundreds of prisms
Sometimes I feel like running away
or sit in a corner and vegetate
so strange emotions don't tear me
apart and turn me into tiny confetti
to be strewn on some dirt road
Sometimes I think about love
and I shudder in fear
of the tribulations on that road
for I have travelled there before
pricked by thorns smelling the roses.
leaves me breathless
couldn't wrap my lips around it
or my throat to birth it
suddenly my mouth turns dusty dry
Sometimes I smile alone
spelling your name on my screen
or just wander around
thinking up colour schemes
for a dream
Sometimes you make me feel like screaming
I want to burst into a butterfly
to show you Im not all drab
I want to be a dancing poppy flower
or a rainbow in hundreds of prisms
Sometimes I feel like running away
or sit in a corner and vegetate
so strange emotions don't tear me
apart and turn me into tiny confetti
to be strewn on some dirt road
Sometimes I think about love
and I shudder in fear
of the tribulations on that road
for I have travelled there before
pricked by thorns smelling the roses.
Published 24th Oct 2014
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Anonymous
24th Oct 2014 5:18pm
Grace,
Sometimes a carefully avoid prick will yield a rose :-) Nicely written!
tornado
Sometimes a carefully avoid prick will yield a rose :-) Nicely written!
tornado
24th Oct 2014 6:55pm
Tornado...haven't found a rose without getting pricked yet. But will keep looking. :) thanks for reading.
24th Oct 2014 8:06pm
24th Oct 2014 8:21pm
25th Oct 2014 00:16am
Grace, what an outstanding pin, 3rd stanza was the highlight for me. A beautiful piece indeed.
Ace.
Ace.
25th Oct 2014 00:21am
The search for love is like searching for that perfect garden amidst a wilderness, or seeking a perfect rose within a garden in which roses are scarce. It is not impossible, but difficult it is, and even once it is found there are always challenges to be faced. One cannot pick up a rose to savor its' beauty without facing that there are thorns upon the stem... but those thorns can also be a part of the rose's beauty too, for what is a rose without them! For myself, I take the rose of love for what it is, thorns and all. One cannot do other when it comes to such. It is a testament to how truly beautiful your poem is, that it conjures such images as I speak of! A rose of a poem, dear Grace, a rose of a poem within the garden of poetry that is this lovely site. :D
25th Oct 2014 11:30am
I'm touched by your words dear Jessica and how you lend recognition to an otherwise simple poem...yet there is truth in your words. Looking for love is like touching roses. You bleed for its beauty. Thank you so much.:)
26th Oct 2014 11:08am
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