The Rose That Grows Next Door
THE ROSE THAT GROWS NEXT DOOR
Why did you ask why we did that?
Who know?
Who knows why a rebel held a rose
A rose who rose to the occasion
And lent the rebel lessons on how to hold a flower
Properly and not property as such
Tender to the touch
Lest the remnants of lavender be shed from lips of moisture born
For that rebel realized upon this rose she bore no thicket nor thorn
Two souls so close
Yet with minds set so far apart
But heart met panting heart on nights of youthful yearning
The younger rebel bent on learning
That rose dripping virgin dew
And suddenly the garden seemed brand new
The rose laid the rebel’s head gently on a cloud as angels declared it her bed
While a rebel was held captive by every petal
And that which the rose had said
She said “I am a rose for a rebel to behold,
I, a bit older, yet here to stoke two smoldering desires
A rose who grows and a rebel who starts fires”
……………………………….Why?
Why did you ask why we did that?
Who really knows?
Do you my rebel’s rose?
© 2011.….free cee!
(this was written for a woman clouded by a teen's clandestine desire to defy
authority, and impressed a woman recently whomI know not but for her glorious,
thought provoking and nestalgic words knit together so as to create sweaters to keep
us all warm....a fire for all of us to stoke...many of you know her words, and by her
stats i'd say she's crowned every bit a poet......and with surety I say "thanks teach,
now could you get some people to read the stuph you don't seem to deem trash, you
know, like the little innocents they now find bi-weekly in a landfill near you? ~f!~
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