Like a Rose & Hay


We brought ourselves on this cradle.
Dreaming, dancing under the pale, wide sky.
Our sighs need to be spoken in words.
In our dreadful intimacy we left ourselves to play,
Bringing both ourselves to these transgressions.
And we forget ourselves when everyone seems to be good.
We’re left on this wilderness like a rose and hay.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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10 Responses to Like a Rose & Hay

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    I can smell the sweetness of the rose, as the straw of hay is tickling my ribs..

  2. sonofwalt says:

    Nicely done, Chester!

  3. A says:

    Beautiful poem. Love it! πŸ™‚

  4. Fey Frost says:

    Awesome as ever ! πŸ˜‰

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