For Better or Worse

In my last post, I shared a short poem and asked all who might respond what they felt about short poems that create images, but little more. Do said poems have worth? Today, I share the same poem, but now it’s a bit longer, for better or worse.


Along the rail fence,
where rose bushes
knit together as tightly

as the weave of wicker baskes,
butterflies stitch
wishes to the silken

flesh of crimson petals
as imps, knobby and brittle,
secluded in the shadows

between oak leaves,
mount ravens and grackles
trained to flich each wish

so the imp queen,
waiting under a cluster
of mushroom,

on a clover throne,
can discover the meaning of beauty.


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