Roses

by Peter Notehelfer
Luiza Vizoli  artfire.com

Luiza Vizoli artfire.com

No two roses

in the bouquet match

all are whimsically unique

individually glorious

in concert glory

 

No I don’t know

what makes the rose

or understand that others

likeĀ a bouquet unfold

in ways unseen

 

Nor why mine

it ever is to fear while

theirs it is so to believe

Mine the black rose

Theirs the red

2 Comments to “Roses”

  1. black rose – symbol of hope or death

    • Yes, Paul: that is where we live isn’t it, somewhere between the polarities of hope and despair . . . Too much hope and we stumble into despair; enough of despair and hope blossoms within . . . Life’s mystery . . . Blessings!

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