to rise
December 9, 2014 § 5 Comments
those rows of roses
all sowed just so, sewed
with thread, they were tread
in a path just so
and we ambled through as anglers
searching madly, blindly
through the murk, the dark
in a sea, we couldn’t see
we sang songs in our blindness
forcing fallacy filled fantasies
and what we read in the dark turned red
like those roses
but thankfully with care
we came up for air
above it all,
we rose
rosepoems 
Love the clever blending of sounds and meanings 😀
thank you!
That’s a real strong one.
Love that “forcing fallacy filled fantasies” line … 🙂
why thabk you! 🙂
🙂