Fulcrum of a rose Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking seeker 06/21/25
Stamens and pistils delicately poised Shamans and pistols making too much noise Soft buzz preferred, a silencer’s desired Pollinator’s sense the triggers just fired Nectar brings balance agape open wide Willing the seeker to do laps inside Comes with a snag also stitch in the side Fulcrum of a rose the thorn realised My soul’s not a flower just gives and takes Wants what it craves accepts all, even fakes Opens too early, closes far too late Can’t tell if I’m full, yet knows when I’m sate Possesses a thorn, and stabs by design Fulcrum of my soul’s human not divine Protects at all costs only thing that’s mine Not pain or loss, just my life to define
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