I Rose
Like helium…my red rose soul
a mylar balloon festooned
with garlands of beveled blue ...snapdragon green
a yellow sun …bursting forth upon my shimmering surface
golden tentacles stretching around the distended orb of my beating heart
Lilting …lifting….soaring ..............upwards
so high…so high …so very very high
I could not care... if I might die
and fall…Icarus de-feathered
back to the tar
…the sick dark hot black tar ...of truth
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2016
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