“A Rose by Any Other Name” — Poetry by Lesley Michelle Patterson
“A Rose by Any Other Name” — Poetry by Lesley Michelle Patterson
Unwavering, the giant rose topples the base of the concrete seeming insurmountable, let the beauty within us shine out for all to see and let it all be countable. We’re all our own cherry-red scarlet flower, struggling to grow here in the cement, even if we’re planted in the harsh, unforgiving world as some know it to be. Let all of our souls cry out in beauty and raw truth, of all that’s ever been done as it’s all been done before. Time ticks on and friends grow older, Seasons change, but the love doesn’t go colder. for beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder. Let unspoken sentiments that we whisper to our hurting hearts,
bring soothing sensations onto our minds, bodies, and souls. Let them speak deep truths which require much understanding, let us speak now or forever hold our peace, undemanding. Two people are separate yes, but also are each two parts of the same whole. I’ve never felt divided when I’m lulled away in your arms. We’ve colored the horizon with tips of our Crayola crayons, and subtly painted the watercolors of our truest emotions, with scarlet red sunsets that will stretch on into forever. It is here with you that I will myself to exist, in this land without logic, lying within our happiness. This is the dawn of all that was and ever will be, with you and I to dance eternity away. Let the unspoken words that linger on our tongues, be so sweet and lavish that they require a translator just to inscribe our love. The unprecedented love that we have for each other, and that healthy self-love that we hear so much about. Take my hand and let me lead you into night time’s promise, that tomorrow will surely come a New day. Relax within our evening’s star-speckled glitter and happiness, as we trace the milky way and far away galaxies with our fingertips. All in a vain attempt to understand, that we know not what comes tomorrow, but even through the joy and the sorrow, let’s make it worth it. Let’s open our hearts and minds to unknown possibilities, and then we’ll leave the crowds cheering for more, and asking what our surnames were again. Even while no one understands, perfect understanding can be found, if only we will listen to the pauses in between the words. Those very same words that we tell each other more out of habit than anything else. We don’t need to understand it or to know, and we’ll still be here tomorrow when the sun hazes. White-hot passion smolders within and without us, and we’re left catching our breath in freshly grown meadows of “We told you so.” Because we are both precious and unrelenting, high and hopeful for the final act. And only love can be spoken, two hearts aching for something real. An unworldly spiritual bond that we keep with ourselves, and a promise to keep on living and loving forever and eternally. A rose by any other name is just as sweet as those we were allowed to pluck as children. Give up your sorrow and chase it away with shooting stars and keepsakes, all in hopes of a better and worthwhile tomorrow where we can be together again. a rose by any other name still blossoms just the same, but some aspire for more than the other flowers. Count the times that we’ve laughed as pearls of sand on an ever-whitening beach, and throw some back for darker times when they’ll be much needed. Lace your hands into mine and let us pray for more light, for hope, and a clearer understanding, that a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
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