Rose Poem

So A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose you say.

“I could smell the roses from ten feet away.”

A rose is a smell of a rose and the feel of the

rose petals on your finger.

A rose is a rose bush with thorns

and bees.

 

A rose is love,

friendship,

and death.

 

A rose is a dried flat memory

pressed

in the pages of a book.

 

It is a young lady’s eyes

peering over a

bouquet

at a young man

smiling.

 

 

david michael jackson   April 20, 2012

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