“Da harder ya prune de rosebush,
den da more flowers you’s gonna have.”
I trimmed till I thought
I killed that bush.
It bloomed beyond my wildest imagination.
Now I stare at the flowers
And wonder why beauty must come
Through cutting away.
“Da harder ya prune de rosebush,
den da more flowers you’s gonna have.”
I trimmed till I thought
I killed that bush.
It bloomed beyond my wildest imagination.
Now I stare at the flowers
And wonder why beauty must come
Through cutting away.
Categories: Poetry and Thoughts
1 response so far ↓
Marty // February 4, 2008 at 11:38 pm
I am touched by your poetry.
This particular verse is a tribute to Ms. Walker