Wild roses bloom in June
When the car windows are wide open
They are the fragrance of the highway
They hold the hidden joy of the forest
Within five smooth fingers
Wild roses are beautiful in June
When the sun shines on us all night
And the pelicans return to the river
And the world returns to warmth
Caressed by five smooth fingers
Wild roses beckon in June
But hold me at a distance with thorns
To gather their nectar is to bleed
Love them loosely or they will wilt
In five clenched fingers
~lg
I've really been enjoying your poems! Are you writing them as frequently as you've been posting them or are you posting from a collection of pre-written stuff? It wasn't until the second read-through that I realized how neatly you had arranged this one with the alternating first and last lines. Very cool.
Hey Ben, thanks. Usually I post as I write. Sometimes if I have a lull I'll post something pre-written, but I think I've run out of most of that stuff!
What a beautiful poem Lindsey!