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Burning Gray Roses


Burning Gray Roses

Words I cannot use
lines I cannot do
prose not quite painting the picture I feel
crumpled up on thin trees
tossed into the cauldron
to be sent back to the Womb of Creativity
upon rising smoke

And as the balls of not quite right burn
they begin to bud
opening their ember edged petals
dark silver rose offerings
to the Muse of Inspiration

September 23, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

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