Revenge of the Trampled Rose
In the beginning,
their new life together was
a bed of roses
and nothing could smell as sweet!
Her heart opened up -
a delicate red beauty.
One day - foolishly -
he trampled that rose red heart.
Soon he was to learn
there’s no rose without a thorn,
and that scorned beauty
left her sharpest thorn for him.
Alimony’s sting
pricks him endlessly, and now. . . .
nothing’s coming up roses.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Trample" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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