So I just looked outside and saw some roses growing on the side of the dorm. This inspired this poem. I wanted to play with some structure. I've been doing a lot of two five-line stanzas, so I cut them up thus. And the first and the last line end with "roses;" the first stanza implies that roses are divine (hence the sole capitalization). However, when it is shown that "All can be Roses," they don't lose their status so much as "All" reaches the same level. Yeah, that's an explanation.
Moral: The tragedy is not that some things are inherently evil, but that they think themselves incapable of becoming good.
o Roses,
you quiet touch
of passion!
how so much
falls ashen
and supposes
itself a ration!
the life it closes
is not such.
All can be Roses.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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