Michael Edwards

WHERE NO ROSES GROW

 

 

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.

 

 

 

Comments7

  • Goldfinch60

    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

    • Michael Edwards

      And a great reply Andy - and thankfully there are roses in my garden and one indoors in lovely bloom as I write this.

    • orchidee

      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.

      • Michael Edwards

        She goes to Clubbeberles and drinks cocktails. .

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        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

        • Michael Edwards

          I'm really flattered Alan and thanks for the save.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          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
          💙🧡💙🧡💙

          • Michael Edwards

            Could all well be WW - houses that open direct on the pavement - no room for roses.

          • Fay Slimm

            Such a super -dark write Michael.

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks Fay = so pleased you like my scribbles.

            • dusk arising

              Well created air of gloom and doom persists until those final lines of mystery.
              One to tickle the grey matter here i think.

              • Michael Edwards

                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

              • Maxine Smith

                Wow, is there anything you can’t do Michael?

                You’ve flipped it all and creates such a powerful, dark piece, your writing really captured the gloom on the poem.
                I loved this, often I feel like this.

                Although....

                I now understand that there really is light after the dark and grey.

                Fabulous!

                • Michael Edwards

                  Oh I hope you don't feel down too often - you come across as such a warm person - thankfully day always follows night.



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