Calm rose of endless need
Petals beseech the sluggish autumn swinging
To the gaudy thorns of robust bequeathing
Here and now - bludgeoned to the Earth
Swill cicatrix of the wrinkled log
Witness to the marred metamorphosis
Of the silent twig restless on the road
A forked lightning flummoxes the stem
A key to the tranquil storm
Stripped of tumult
Calm rose of sordid qualm
You are meshed to the prejudice
Of the eyeing stupor;
You rose athwart the heavenly mist
The flair of the wind is the panache of your breath -
Calm rose of shaken travail
The roots evade the upheaval of senescence
The efflorescent gale bows down to your caress
I, too, as I stand underneath the tower of time's
Senseless thievery.
Calm rose you will forever lay there
Restive in the waters of halcyon vicissitude
Your dainty susurrations and your exuberant dance:
I fandango within the marshes
Until I pluck you out of this troubled heed
The truest garden to my eager starvation
As we effervesce into the hands of oblivion;
Swathed by the anguish of the clouds
And the angst of the morning billow
Bending to the fluctuating willow where the pulses
Are felt - a tumultuous cavalry.
Quiet rose, speak soon
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