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The Stems of Roses

Member since 2004 · Posted 11 Apr 2004 · 3 comments

When my body rests in the stems of roses, fighting like I have fought under love and life, their scent will be my memory of all the times we never gave up on each other or ourselves.

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[8] Freethinker1602 11-Apr-04/8:23 PM Reply

one question, why would you be lying under rose stems? I'm not trying to be an ass, I just want to make sure you aren't "having a rough time" and considering something dangerous. Intersting work though even though I have no idea what it's about I give you an 8 I'm on AIM at Impishkat

[n/a] embersandenvelopes › Freethinker1602 12-Apr-04/9:14 AM Reply

hehe no, don't worry, I'm not having a rough time. This poem was written with my best friend in mind (that's the we). It's about how when I die, part of me will grow in the roses I envision being planted with my ashes. When a surviving loved one should smell them, memories of my life will be conjured up.

Roses are a type of flower that can be difficult to grow. They need a certain environment and a lot of care. But given those two, they will flourish. I can identify my life with that.

[2] Stephen Robins 13-Apr-04/5:21 AM Reply

A sparkling guff of horticulture.