Rose Poem by Alizon Kiel

A rose is told
A weed indefinitely
Nameless
Timeless

Sometimes

A cold winter’s smoky breath
And she will not die
She sleeps
Thorns hidden in dust
Petals sailing on bellies in the grass
The wind blows subtle ribbons and the earth is wet

Rose is old
Those who planted her are past

And still
There are so many poems
Written about roses...

As much as love as much as anger as much as bitterness as much as drunkenness
As much as age and agelessness as much as pain and joyfulness
As much as sex and lies as much as God and truth
As much as wind as much as water as much as death
As much as birth

And still
There are so many poems
Written about roses...

Rose is old
Those who planted her are past

A cold winter’s smoky breath
And she will not die
She sleeps
Thorns hidden in dust
Petals sailing on bellies in the grass
The wind blows subtle ribbons and the earth is wet

Sometimes

A rose is told
A weed indefinitely
Nameless
Timeless