While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I keep jars full of dreams
on my nightstand and
walk stony beaches
where pussy willow branches
lace a roof over my head
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I live on a ship in a bottle
glitter waves wash me into oblivion
write love notes on dusty flower petals
whose colors have faded but
still feel like summer
and throw them to the wind
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I travel by hot air balloon
wear dresses woven
from musical notes and
tied at the waist with sunbeams
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I sip nectar from flowers with the hummingbirds
and hunt rabbits with the fox
take shortcuts and longcuts
jump down waterfalls
and sleep among the wildflowers
While the rose blooms
I am bravebravebrave
no hesitation
filled up with confidence
I
always get scared
when the rose
no longer blooms but
then I remember
I have no reason to be afraid
that somewhere
always
a rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I keep jars full of dreams
on my nightstand and
walk stony beaches
where pussy willow branches
lace a roof over my head
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I live on a ship in a bottle
glitter waves wash me into oblivion
write love notes on dusty flower petals
whose colors have faded but
still feel like summer
and throw them to the wind
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I travel by hot air balloon
wear dresses woven
from musical notes and
tied at the waist with sunbeams
While the rose blooms
its thorns don't bother me
So
I sip nectar from flowers with the hummingbirds
and hunt rabbits with the fox
take shortcuts and longcuts
jump down waterfalls
and sleep among the wildflowers
While the rose blooms
I am bravebravebrave
no hesitation
filled up with confidence
I
always get scared
when the rose
no longer blooms but
then I remember
I have no reason to be afraid
that somewhere
always
a rose blooms
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Margaret S.
Mar 08, 2021
This paints so many gorgeous images in my mind, I absolutely love it. I especially love the ending where you say "I have no reason to be afraid/that somewhere/always/a rose blooms." I thought that was a great ending to this already amazing poem.