after days of
billowing gray
sheets
and mist saddened rain
my pink rosette
unfolds
swells to red
opening petals
to his
sun
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aayoung
after days of
billowing gray
sheets
and mist saddened rain
my pink rosette
unfolds
swells to red
opening petals
to his
sun
3 replies on “my pink rosette”
Billowing, saddened, rosette, swells…sun…
What we experience. What we wish for. A circle that allows us to a greater sensory experience. Deepening, penetrating, experiential, connection. That which transcends sensory, that which transcends life. Depth. Magic, mystery, majesty. Epiphany and revelation.
Terry, it’s a fuck poem. Let’s not overly romanticize it. Ha!
It is a weakness I must confess…