Rigid Roses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rigid roses, blooming in their emptiness, softly defining
meaning and fullness of an entire lateral planet.

Perfumed scent sailing far into the heavens, unclaimed in
this century.

Falling up, over, into the heavens, unclaimed laughter,
centering itself under roots and thorns hidden painfully
from shaded eyes.

Grazing in pastures, awaiting the endless purgatory of
life to end so a new, more perfect life may begin.