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EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy



Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Encounter Before Dawn

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

A Smattering Of Mattering (How Do You Matter)

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

I Will Return

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

TONIGHT

The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

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Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose


*******
nothing's sadder than a rose
plucked before her time
her petals crushed and bruised
and separated from the vine

a rose
is a flower
singular and wild
a rose
is a flower
driven as a  climbing child

keep her in the sunshine
offer her up some rain
gently till the earth beneath her
her simple beauty's much to gain

for nothing's sadder than a rose
plucked before her time
her petals crushed and fallen
and separated from the vine

keep her in the garden
offer her up your love
minister to her tender roots
she is fragile as a dove

for nothing's sadder than a rose
plucked before her time
her blood-red petals crushed and broken
and separated from her vine.

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I woke up with all of this in my head this morning.
I thought it ought to be written down.
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM MONDAY OCTOBER 1 2018
6:10 AM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS
AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR
THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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