Rose & Thorn Poetry

Dandelion Fluff She stands in the field Of fuzzy white tops, And in her hand she holds A dandelion gone to seed, Its petals turned to fluff. She closes her eyes and makes a wish And with the gentle breeze she blows. In the wind they float away, Float away on wings of fluff.  A gossamer display on a backdrop of blue, The seeds of the once bright yellow flower, Unhurried and unworried  They buoyantly drift in the breeze. Though the flower is dead, The seeds still yet live, And will bloom in the field once again.

  Looking Glass Deep within the looking glass, Colorful emotions contort and flicker. Ashes of blue, conflicts of green, passions of red, Refract and reemerge as a shimmering display. Upon its surface they appear Desires and emotions reflected, Presented on a different face. The feelings seen, now the feelings felt, Worn as a pretentious skin. The looking glass tries not to look, For fear of being overwhelmed. For to see inside another’s soul is to stare into the sun. The fervor and feelings of others Reflect inside the mirror. The mirror can’t help but be remade, Becoming an image, Rebuilt as a façade, Becoming another’s echo. No longer can it be itself, It does not remember how To be itself apart from others. Associating with another’s blemishes, Or showcasing lovely features, Burdens borne by others now become the mirror’s. The tears resound in the mirror’s heart, The sorrow grips the deepest part, Joy likewise is bundled up and cast inside. H...