The Screaming Rose

I’d never heard a rose    
          scream      
then again
          one never spoke
to me
         She’d lost her petals
         of her Spring by when
         her season changed
         where is my love!
B e y o n d
         the valley-sorrow awash
         over hills o’blue!
         is when I heard
         a rose scream
all her red upon the ground
within blood and thorns
        cried wilted stem
        screaming, “woe is me!”

:: 03-16-2015 ::

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