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rose garden of thorns
by Michele Schottelkorba rose garden of thorns
here is where I sit
a funeral of sores
can you picture it?
surrounded by pain
encircled by love
I scrub at the stain
my heart a black dove
a child plays alone
a young one cries
a wise one is prone
to tears in his eyes
where did the turn
twist for the worse?
how did my world
exploded with a burst?
what can I do?
what can I say?
to make this hole
just go away?
June 4, 200306/04/2003 Posted on 07/29/2003
Copyright © 2025 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/31/03 at 11:01 PM A poetic sentiment I'm sure we all can relate to in our own way. I especially like this image (quite profound and original!): my heart a black dove
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| Posted by Jean Mollett on 01/07/04 at 08:10 AM Hi Michele,
It's very good. Yet kinda sad. Full of emotions. I guess a one time or another we all have days like that. Without giving up. There's Hope and Faith. Prayers too. |
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