Poets and Poetesses: Chelley Parks and M.K.Gilbert A. R. Beissel Laura Durant James Oliver Joseph Durant Rod Walker Heather Anderson Karen Newman Amber-Lorien Gilbert Gill Marshall David Gilbert

Blood Thorn Roses In remembrance of its planter, the ancient vine survives Where time has forgotten and all hope is hidden Weeping in the darkness, tangled in weeds of visions past Remembering the tender touch of loving hands A gesture much stronger than the thorns of deceit Lingering in false repose Awake, yet held loosely inside a luminous dream A slient scream lost in the memories of euphoria Echoing in the depths of despair "O come, let us adore him, patron saint of mangled women," cries the vine I thought we had more time Yet time stood still for the season. And, in that season, life slowly regained its throne.

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