Adorned and Unformed, that is The Rose.
When No One’s Around,
She strikes a Pose.
Shavasana.
It’s Time to Work
but was taught to Play…
Toil’d at night
turmoil’d by day…
Her hi plains and low plains,
all over the Spectrum…
Without a filter,
“Please ‘teeth‘ not the r.Ct.m!”
The Delight-ful Garden of Earth…Thank you, Mr. Bosch and the Museo del Prado by way of Helen Gardner’s Art Through the Ages, 7th Edition.
Rose & Orange Felt Flower.
But maybe can Learn
to ‘Rein it In...‘
Stop the churn
pick up the Pen.
Sew herself up
with velvet and flax…
A Fine yoga pillow
Shavasana Max.
Find Some sort of Mid-dle
Perhaps in the ‘taile’
For circles and curls
perhaps weren’t a Snail…
But A Serpent’s Dance…
ward
up
ing
r-al
…spi
…………………………………………….
…….just waiting to Prance!
So, tame the attack
and temper the fear…
Just Begin,
a Pro-cess
gets clear.
Soooo…
Roses and Poses
with her You can play…
For Rose is unformed
But yet…
can-Not stay…
This way.
not even near….
The End.
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