Roses Are a Treachery

I got my first smart phone four years ago. In the time between then and now, I have periodically opened my phone's Notes app and written out something that can usually only be described as nonsense. Often I'll take said nonsense and (try to) coerce it into something a little more sensible and - on occasion - present that attempt here. Today though, I think I won't. Instead, I'm showing you an inside glimpse into the jumbled junk drawer of my mind; sharing what might loosely be considered a poem, but is more closely akin to that speck of dust on the ground that wishes it was a poem. It was written in bits and pieces, at different times, and I don't remember what took place when I wrote each word. I can only say inspiration came from many random books and many weird dreams and many wispy, mist-covered thoughts. And I am guessing, at some point, roses. Make of it what you will. I love you all 💙

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Delight is a double-edged sword

Sending ruthless shudders to the planet's core

Pond scum and monsters 

Trembling in it's wake

Roses are a treachery

Roses creep inside your mind

Like songs hell bent for stars

Roses on your feet are delightful

Underneath your feet they are too

Their scent is beauty dipped in wild

In a pincushion of insecurities

Prickled and rife with pins

I'm lying asleep and raindrops keep

Pick, pick, picking 'part my head

I dream 

Of tons of expensive 

rings,

old keys,

copper in resin found

 by a cold,

almost horizontal,

almost waterfall

I wake to a world of ice and fire

Perhaps the most delightful thing of all

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