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A Radical Lament

Updated on January 25, 2011

Standing amongst flowers...

footsteps heavy tread

watching out for those around

hoping not to tromp the bed.

His point of view

strange and clashing

without design his colors bashing

standing out

a black rose

thorns a plenty

desiring no one to test and be pricked

yet nature is nature

no sense in being self loathing

it won't change a bit.

On the fringe

inescapably odd

even amongst roses

their best and worst

polarized in him

wondering if there is a place

on the rim.

Hoping that gravity will hold him in place

so far from the others

not in disgrace

but in nature

intriguing the others

but they're set in their course

so on he rotates

his path cut and true

wishing unrequited for company

too far out

or not

time will tell the truth.



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    • Jaggedfrost profile image

      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      I think as a matter of experiment I will admit that you my fellows have spoken words that need really no comment other then gratitude from me. Therefore know that I am grateful and God Bless you.

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      Tony McGregor 6 years ago from South Africa

      "A place on the rim" - that scary place where we get new understandings, new knowledge. Scary and very exciting too.

      Loved the poem, thank you.

      Love and peace


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      maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

      A common plea for individuality in this increasingly communal world...Look at me !! I'm different, I'm exceptional, I am unique !!...The cries of insecure and immature minds that garner only pity...the visual impact of obvious difference in color, build, or looks are superficial perceptions that do not influence a disciplined mind...Hidden amongst those " common " red roses may lie a secret messiah, a golem to fear, a protector of the weak...

      Voted up because you gave me pause for thought...Larry

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      b. Malin 6 years ago

      Interest Poem...I actually read it twice...The black Rose, protected by its thorns...surrounded by all those Red ones...Thanks for sharing this one.

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      DavePrice 6 years ago from Sugar Grove, Ill

      Wow, you cut me to the core with this, as if you had read my mind. I'm gong to meditate on this one for quite a while.