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,


and death.


A rose is a dried flat memory


in the pages of a book.


It is a young lady’s eyes

peering over a


at a young man




david michael jackson   April 20, 2012