After Camille Guthrie's poem "Serious Moonlight."
Among Reckless Roses
Among reckless roses, I discovered delectable agonies.
Among secretive roses, I unearthed my long-lost diary.
Among dangerous roses, an owl kept insidious vigilance.
Among cheerful roses, summer lavished her butterflies.
Among gentle roses, a slight breeze nudged me toward joy.
Among purple roses, I chanted psalms from the Vulgate.
Among dying roses, there were candles and incense and litanies.
Among calamitous roses, one dewdrop remained intact.
Among whimsical roses, there were children playing at recess.
Among tempestuous roses, there fell the sporadic sunbeam.
Among serious roses, the frosty voice of moonlight.
Among sober roses, I heard a conclave of sparrows.
Among delightful roses, your voice came over the phone.
Among trusting roses, a glimpse of glory made me weep.
Among Shakespearean roses, a fortunate scraggle of clover.
Among hopeful roses, I knelt and gave thanks to the earth.
Among faithful roses, I waited. And waited.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-03-23 at 05:24
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