i forgot that roses have thorns, and so
i went and cut my finger
just a little:
blood mixed with the water
and it was so pretty i started over
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Author:
Ryan Robson-Bluer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: rather different to my usual style. my friends have interpreted this lots of ways: a tendency to enter into toxic relationships? the frustrating cycle of sin? the artful romanticisation of pain and suffering? i'll leave it up to you.
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Comments1
Living life is fraught with stunning stillness and frightening turns and inexplicable crevasses, some say even like a roller coaster ride. Getting cut in such a manner is quite foreseeably part of that journey. Thanks for sharing.
You're just right - our fragility makes it worth the living. Thanks for the comment!
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