Diamonds Made of Glass: Don't Cut the Roses

Don't Cut the Roses

And I want to know

How you remain calm

With two hundred bones,

And a beating heart—

The cells heave and rattle

As you inhale,

And each tug of an

Eyelash is a lost,

Mourning soul.

Don't Cut the Roses

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

NicoOctober 17, 2012 at 3:11 PM
Very well done! A deep sadness here, breath-taking.
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Sheilagh LeeOctober 17, 2012 at 7:14 PM
beautifully done
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oldeggOctober 18, 2012 at 9:07 AM
Intriguing and beautiful words in an unusual combination.
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RMPOctober 21, 2012 at 11:28 PM
beautiful, touching, a d a tad sad. the picture adds an interesting dimension to your words.
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the criticsOctober 24, 2012 at 7:56 AM
the picture adds a tone to the words
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