If I Were That Rose
If I were that rose
[purple]from the breath of may,
I would preach love
not the blood of heartbreaks.
If I were that rose
my necter I shall give freely,
and not as a loan
given to the poor out of greed.
If I were that rose
by the horizontal splashing of water,
I will not tell the folks-
that ponder the scene of me and the ocean's shower,
about the storms and troubles of the sea-
but of the enjoyment of the beach.
If I were that rose-
alone amidst a battalion of Aphids,
my redness will glow-
to say my prayers- oh God help me.
If I were that rose-
dreading the claws of spider mites,
I would use my shadow-
to scare away the enemies might.
If I were that rose-
in the hazy wind of harmmatan,
I would put on a coat-
of hope, without yearning for a cardigan.
for yearning is the root of pain
and attraction takes sanity away.
If I were that rose-
wilting in the hands that pluck me,
I would bear no sorrow-
but let death deal gently with me.
If I were that rose-
that left behind not a single seed,
I would relax my brows-
for in many hearts my soul will live.
If I were that rose-
in the dualities of life,
I would welcome both-
the eas and the strife.
©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).
Copyright © Ibrahim Clouds | Year Posted 2018
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