Father's Roses

By Jane Hyphen
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Roses.
He only grew roses.
There was no middle ground,
only spikes and saturation;
mad and clashing.
He had no truck
with fragile, wilting blooms.
Transient and charged,
he made us sick
on vivid summer days
with endless bursts.
He liked it best
when there was no air
and everyone felt used.
We were consumed
by the potency, and drunk
on the prospect
of piercing euphoria.
And later the sting
of lots of little cuts.
He rooted deep but
we grew too, tall enough
to reach the tools
to cut him down.
He grew back stronger
but he always needed
so much support.
Thornless now in our memories,
we will not dig him up.
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Wonderfully dark Jane - in
Wonderfully dark Jane - in fact, it's amazing how dark you can go in a U rating and how you don't need all the graphics to get there. I think this is much more effective
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ha, but you have dug him up.
ha, but you have dug him up.
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A layered poem with depth and
A layered poem with depth and inner meaning.
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There's a lot of passion and
There's a lot of passion and a lot of wisdom in this. I loved reading it, but it also made me uncomfortable, and I mean that as a compliment. One that stays with the reader.
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Your roses poems are
Your roses poems are unforgettable, the trauma
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Bleak ....
... but I like how it is turned around into something more positive. Very good Jane.
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