I haven't been sleeping well,
it's all these roses in my head.
Some are strong and stand up straight
with a twinkle in their eye.
Some are too beautiful
and weep.
there's yellow, but they're too wild for me,
dancing in the sun all day,
and smiling through the night.
Some red,
while others are white,
and pink and rose,
I like all those.
Or the ones I do not understand at all,
Variegated they're called,
they are very complicated,
and do not like shears.
I think they think they're free.
it's the blue ones catch my heart,
and make it cry,
no, not lavender, those are very proud,
blue,
will not let me close my eyes.
I do not know why that is
but they are always in my dreams
crowding all around.
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Written August 20th, 2003
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Red roses ...
may make one blue. True.
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i love the thought of a head full of blue roses...so captivating to ponder even the crowding of it all..no worries...my head feels like that too sometimes
Sarah aka rhiannon 11
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does that go to for yellow butterflies.... lol @ gozling
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LOL too wild for you huh?
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Wow! This poem is great! This poem is strange and awesome! It has almost an Alice In Wonderland feel but its better than wonderland!~ Its luteland! This poem is one of my favorites that you have written! It is powerfula nd abtsract, really abstract!I love the part"
I haven't been sleeping well,
it's all these roses in my head.'
Some are too beautiful
and weep.
Or the ones I do not understand at all,
Variegated they're called,
they are very complicated,
and do not like shears.
I think they think they're free."
I guess I would guess this poem is about women, at least in my world and some are beautiful and weap...some think they are free...they wont let you sleep. What an awesome thought. You cant sleep because of all the roses in your head. What a powerful thought also, blue roses. I changed a bright red rose to blue once in my art class and I made it into a cover of a personal book about my life. I love this poem. Its powerfult o let go of what's usual. I raise my glass to you~ there is no icon for that , but there you should be!
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Roses, hmm. don't see you as a rose man, are we talking hybrid teas or floribunda's either way i'm not too sure what this is about, i've done it as women, which then makes you racist, and i can't see you fancying a blue woman, only blue woman i knew was Margaret Thatcher and you aren't that desperate, no i'll admit my ignorance again...
No idea what it means, but i certainly reads wonderfully poetical so who needs a meaning!
Barb
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ohhh loved this...
makes me thinks you are
keeping a gal in every port LOL...
but, I'm not in your head so not sure the metaphor..
just where I went in it...
to love the yellow is to hold the sun...
the fragrant of laughter, strife and oh yes fun...
for if you take this flower to bed
happy thoughts always in your head
lol
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hmm, what a most odd poem . . . I need to contemplate it for a while
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