.................................................. <br /> <br /> <br />The roses were perfectly sequenced, <br /> juxtapositioned like Vatican guards, <br /> flouncing to the reel of hard wind, <br /> stems in duress bow at their tips, <br /> inducing unfledged efflorescence <br /> from natures levy on verdant seed, <br /> birthmarked to die limp and stunted. <br /> <br /> Fatuous gardener who landscaped this, <br /> must've spent too much time with the grapes. <br /> Roses were born to blossom in cluster, <br /> stems entertwined with thorns enabling <br /> space to breathe... yet bonded by root <br /> from seeds of same for natures feng shui. <br /> <br /> Juxtapoitions were not meant for roses; <br /> such vantage is merely for wooden soldiers, <br /> and food lines, drawn lines, two pairs of nines... <br /> valentine massacres; <br /> quite the stretch from where and how <br /> a rose might find respect and comfort. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© 2014-All rights reserved <br /> Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR<br /><br />Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-respect-to-the-rose/
