“You’re poison; don’t put it to my lips.”
—“Roses” by JD Bowles
A dozen roses,
A heart at stake;
Eleven are real
But one is fake.
Don’t feel cheated;
Dry your eyes.
I will love you until
The last rose dies.
*This poem is featured in the Song “Roses” by JD Bowles
I certainly hope he wasn't singing about the last of that dozen roses, because my experience with roses, with you cut them or not, are very short-lived… Perhaps as little as a week or two. On the other hand, if he is singing about roses in general, I have seen them growing wild along roadsides and they will probably be here long after we're gone.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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