WHERE NO ROSES GROW
A place of bleak darkness
where doors and steps project
out into lampless streets;
a place where no roses grow
No hope is worn by naked souls
but cast on granite stones
unseen, exposed and soon
ground down to dust by churning heels.
Writhing bodies in night-sweat beds
within the interspace of hours
succumb to fettered pride
as apparitions dance in shades of grey.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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That darkness is there
But our knowledge will tell us
The darkness will subside,
The light will be back in our lives,
And the roses will grow.
Good words Michael and another super artwork, similar to others I have seen in the past.
Andy
And a great reply Andy - and thankfully there are roses in my garden and one indoors in lovely bloom as I write this.
A fine write and pic M.
Ahh, is that the Club that Miss Berles goes to, that you're writing about? What's she up to there?! lol.
She goes to Clubbeberles and drinks cocktails. .
This is a very special piece I think Michael, and one which I'd like to save. I wonder if it's a picture inspired poem or a poem inspired picture..... must really be a dark place though if no roses grow there ~ even a red rose grows wild in Spanish Harlem.
Kind regards, Alan
I'm really flattered Alan and thanks for the save.
BRAIN HERE ! Being a FROSTOPHILE I take the picture to be a Rose Bush in deep Winter ~ which complements the Title. I have seen similar in Mums garden !
The Poem ? Less flippant than of late Master Mike !
V1. A bleak - lampless - roseless Street - WW1. ?
V2. No Hope - naked stones - chruning heels - WW2. ?
v3. Writhing bodies - fettred pride - shades of grey - WW3 ?
Nil desperandum - carborundum !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love BRIAN & ANGELA
💙🧡💙🧡💙
Could all well be WW - houses that open direct on the pavement - no room for roses.
Such a super -dark write Michael.
Thanks Fay = so pleased you like my scribbles.
Well created air of gloom and doom persists until those final lines of mystery.
One to tickle the grey matter here i think.
And tickle it it does - if you can provide an explanation as to what it's all about please let me know - not sure myself. lol
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