Sunday, September 10, 2017

Engraving a rose.



I paused, grief pitched.

It was leaking, ground up.

It was decaying, sky down.

Its canvas was crumpled.
Its fly sheet was fraying.
 Its frame was haggard.

All shrieked of decomposition.

I salvaged a bag of pegs.

The A's, I kept, as keep-sakes

I took four photos.



Its was an unwilling engraving.

It, however, had already become something else.

engraving.



a rose.


5 comments:

  1. O, look, an Ikea tent. You are doomed.

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  2. Might as well be a rose. A canvas by any other name would just as enfolded.

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  3. I see a beautiful dancing lady within the rose. Do you?

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