Solitude

Changes in tow,

A simmering

Desperation.

 

Life of solitude,

A nested

Existence.

 

Kept high

Above them,

Floated down

For a brief

Moment,

Roosted in

Plaintive silenceโ€ฆ

The Rose

How easy it is to rub

Against eternity,

To fall back bruised.

 

A roseโ€™s sides,

Tarnished by

Indifference.

 

Close encounter with

The unseen,

Love unknown to itself.

 

Beauty unbeknownst to

Its maker,

Scraped away by winterโ€™s

Face.

 

Smoked away in summer,

Bent below its full potential.

 

A spring to perk up its

Stalk,

Autumn to bed the petals.

 

A soft voice to caress,

The heavy drone to blow down.

 

Beneath its center,

A world of wakefulness,

The above universe

Swirling into regret.

 

A farmer to tend its

Beauty,

A city man to trample

Its petals.

 

In the light of day,

Risen to a great new height,

Basked in the glory of God

Once more.